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Yea, he cometh up as a tender plant before Him, And as a root out of a dry land, He hath no form, nor honour, when we observe him, Nor appearance, when we desire him.

He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely our sicknesses he hath borne, And our pains -- he hath carried them, And we -- we have esteemed him plagued, Smitten of God, and afflicted.

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He grew up before him like a tender shoot,(A)
    and like a root(B) out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
    nothing in his appearance(C) that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by mankind,
    a man of suffering,(D) and familiar with pain.(E)
Like one from whom people hide(F) their faces
    he was despised,(G) and we held him in low esteem.

Surely he took up our pain
    and bore our suffering,(H)
yet we considered him punished by God,(I)
    stricken by him, and afflicted.(J)

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