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By His Stripes
Isaiah 53 · Psalm 22:1–18 · Matthew 27:45–54
Read in the order heard — a verse at a time: Isaiah, the Psalm, and Matthew in turn. The dates are spoken where each book first enters.
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Seven hundred, B.C.
Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?
One thousand, B.C.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
Eighty-five, A.D.
Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour.
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
Some of them that stood there, when they heard that, said, This man calleth for Elias.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.
And straightway one of them ran, and took a spunge, and filled it with vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
The rest said, Let be, let us see whether Elias will come to save him.
All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head saying,
And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent;
He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.
And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose,
And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother’s breasts.
And came out of the graves after his resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many.
Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly.
Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.
He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round. They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
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