Grew up as a tender plant in dry ground He made his grave with the wicked He is despised of men Made intercession for the transgressors A man of sorrows Had done no violence Brought as a lamb to the slaughter Wounded for our transgressions We esteemed him stricken He shall bear our iniquities We esteemed him not He carried our sorrows He hath borne our griefs Numbered among the transgressors It pleased the Lord to bruise him Bare the sin of many He was oppressed Acquainted with Grief We hid our faces from him Who believed our report? With his stripes are we healed He is rejected of men Had no form of comeliness Bruised for our iniquities Grew up as a tender plant in dry ground He made his grave with the wicked He is despised of men Made intercession for the transgressors A man of sorrows Had done no violence Brought as a lamb to the slaughter Wounded for our transgressions We esteemed him stricken He shall bear our iniquities We esteemed him not He carried our sorrows He hath borne our griefs Numbered among the transgressors It pleased the Lord to bruise him Bare the sin of many He was oppressed Acquainted with Grief We hid our faces from him Who believed our report? With his stripes are we healed He is rejected of men Had no form of comeliness Bruised for our iniquities
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
Grew up as a tender plant in dry ground
He made his grave with the wicked
He is despised of men
Made intercession for the transgressors
A man of sorrows
Had done no violence
Brought as a lamb to the slaughter
Wounded for our transgressions
We esteemed him stricken
He shall bear our iniquities
We esteemed him not
He carried our sorrows
He hath borne our griefs
Numbered among the transgressors
It pleased the Lord to bruise him
Bare the sin of many
He was oppressed
Acquainted with Grief
We hid our faces from him
Who believed our report?
With his stripes are we healed
He is rejected of men
Had no form of comeliness
Bruised for our iniquities