|Posted by Cory Morr on January 13, 2015 at 11:25 PM|
The Suffering Servant.... For He grew up before him like tender shoot, and like a root out of the perched ground; he has no stately form or majesty that we should look upon him, nor appearance that we should be atracted to him. He was despised, and we did not esteem him. Surely our griefs; and like one from whom men hide their face he was despised, and we did not esteem him. Surely our griefs, he himself bore, and our sorrows he carried; yet we ourselves esteemed him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.
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