He is coming ~
For He grew up before Him like a tender shoot,
And like a root out of parched ground;
He has no stately form or majesty
That we should look upon Him,
Nor appearance that we should be attracted to Him.
He was despised and forsaken of men,
A man of sorrows and aquainted with grief;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
Surely our griefs He Himself bore,
And our sorrows He carried;
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