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He was spurned and avoided by men

A man of suffering, knowing pain

Like one from whom you turn your face

Spurned, and we held him in no esteem

Yet it was our pain that he bore

Our sufferings he endured

We thought of him as stricken

Struck down by God and afflicted

We had all gone astray like sheep

All following our own way

But the Lord laid upon him

The guilt of us all

He was given a grave among the wicked

A burial place with evildoers

Though harshly treated, he submitted

And did not open his mouth

Like a lamb led to slaughter

Or a sheep silent before shearers

But he was pierced for our sins

Crushed for our iniquity

He bore the punishment that makes us whole

By his wounds we were healed

Seized and condemned

He was taken away

Who would have thought any more

Of his destiny?

But it was the Lord's will to crush him with pain

By making his life as a reparation offering

And the Lord's will shall be

Accomplished through him