Isaiah 53

Sure it’s poetry, especially in the good old Shakespearian KJV translation. Happy Easter.

Who hath believed our report? and
to whom is the arm of the LORD

For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant,
and as a root out of a dry ground:
he hath no form
nor comeliness;
and when we shall see him,
there is no beauty
that we should desire him.

He is despised
and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows,
and acquainted with grief:
and we hid as it were our faces from him;
he was despised,
and we esteemed him not.

Surely he hath borne our griefs,
and carried our sorrows:
yet we did esteem him stricken,
smitten of God,
and afflicted.

But he was wounded
for our transgression,
he was bruised
for our iniquities:
the chastisement
of our peace
was upon him; and with his stripes
we are healed.

All we like sheep
have gone astray;
we have turned
every one to his own way;
and the LORD hath laid on him
the iniquity
of us all.

He was oppressed,
and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth:
he is brought as a lamb
to the slaughter,
and as a sheep
before her shearers is dumb,
so he openeth not his mouth.

He was taken from prison
and from judgment:
and who shall declare his generation?
for he was cut off
out of the land of the living:
for the transgression
of my people
was he stricken.

And he made his grave
with the wicked,
and with the rich
in his death;
because he had done no violence,
neither was any deceit
in his mouth.

Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him;
he hath put him to grief:
when thou shalt make his soul
an offering for sin,
he shall see his seed,
he shall prolong his days,
and the pleasure
of the LORD shall prosper
in his hand.

He shall see of the travail
of his soul, and shall be satisfied:
by his knowledge
shall my righteous servant justify
for he shall bear their iniquities.

Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great,
and he shall divide the spoil with the strong;
because he hath poured out his soul
unto death:
and he was numbered with the transgressors;
and he bare the sin
of many, and made intercession
for the transgressors.


One thought on “Isaiah 53

  1. Ethan and I sung the messiah in a community choir each Christmas and it rang through my head as I read this one. Thanks for sharing, I never thought of it as poetry. 🙂

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