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

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

She is despised and rejected of capsuleers; a capsuleers of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from her; she was despised, and we esteemed her not.

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

But she was wounded for our transgressions, she was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon her; and with her stripes we are healed.

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