2 My servant grew up in the lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,like a root in dry ground.There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,nothing to attract us to him.
3 He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.He was despised, and we did not care.
4 Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;it was our sorrows that weighed him down.And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,a punishment for his own sins!
5 But he was pierced for our rebellion,crushed for our sins.He was beaten so we could be whole.He was whipped so we could be healed.
6 All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.We have left God’s paths to follow our own.Yet the lord laid on himthe sins of us all.
7 He was oppressed and treated harshly,yet he never said a word.He was led like a lamb to the slaughter.And as a sheep is silent before the shearers,he did not open his mouth.
8 Unjustly condemned,he was led away.No one cared that he died without descendants,that his life was cut short in midstream.But he was struck downfor the rebellion of my people.