50:6 I offered my back to those who attacked,
my jaws to those who tore out my beard;
I did not hide my face
from insults and spitting.
53:2 He sprouted up like a twig before God,
like a root out of parched soil;
he had no stately form or majesty that might catch our attention,
no special appearance that we should want to follow him.
53:3 He was despised and rejected by people,
one who experienced pain and was acquainted with illness;
people hid their faces from him;
he was despised, and we considered him insignificant.
53:4 But he lifted up our illnesses,
he carried our pain;
even though we thought he was being punished,
attacked by God, and afflicted for something he had done.
53:5 He was wounded because of
crushed because of our sins;
he endured punishment that made us well;
because of his wounds we have been healed.
22:6 But I
people insult me and despise me.
22:7 All who see me taunt
they mock me
22:15 The roof of my mouth
my tongue sticks to my gums.
You
22:17 I can count
my enemies
102:3 For my days go up in smoke,
and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
102:4 My heart is parched
for I am unable
102:5 Because of the anxiety that makes me groan,
my bones protrude from my skin.