Who has believed what he has heard from us? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? For He grew up before him like a young plant And like a root out of dry ground He had no form or majesty that we should look at him And no beauty that we should desire him He was despised and rejected by men A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief And as one from whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we esteemed him not Surely he has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows Yet we esteemed him stricken Smitten by God, and afflicted But he was pierced for our transgressions He was crushed for our iniquities Upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace And with his wounds we are healed All we like sheep have gone astray We have turned, every one, to his own way And the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all