Who will believe me?
To whom will God's
strength be revealed?
I grow up before God
a new plant with a root
out of the dry ground.
I had no figure, nor beauty,
that when I was seen,
someone would desire me.
I was despised and rejected by you, knowing sorrow, and living with grief. You hid your face and ignored me.
I was hated and disrespected. I have born your grief, and carried your sorrows; Yet you considered me spoiled;
Cursed by God, and miserable. I was wounded for your evil, bruised by your sins. I was punished for your peace.
Because of my wounds you are healed. All of you, like animals, have become lost; You have followed your own way.
God has placed your sins on my shoulders. I was greatly oppressed and troubled by you, yet I still remained silent.
I was brought as an animal to the slaughter, as an animal to its owner is dumb, I never even opened my mouth.
I was imprisoned and judged:
Who will tell of my life?
I was taken away from life:
For your sins I was spoiled.
I made my grave with the evil,
and with the powerful in my death;
I had done nothing violent, nor lied.
Yet God wounded me and gave me grief:
To make my soul an offering for your sin.
Yet I will see my children,
and will prolong my days,
And whatever God wants
will be prosperous in my hand.
God will see the torment of my soul
and have satisfaction:
By the knowledge of God,
this righteous servant will justify you;
Because I have born your sins.
God will give me a place with the great
and I will give what they have to the strong;
Because I have given my soul unto death:
I was thought a sinner and bore your sins.
And I pleaded with God for your souls.
