He hath borne our griefs Who believed our report? Made intercession for the transgressors Had no form of comeliness He shall bear our iniquities Brought as a lamb to the slaughter Wounded for our transgressions With his stripes are we healed He made his grave with the wicked Grew up as a tender plant in dry ground He carried our sorrows Bruised for our iniquities Bare the sin of many We esteemed him stricken It pleased the Lord to bruise him Acquainted with Grief We hid our faces from him A man of sorrows Numbered among the transgressors Had done no violence We esteemed him not He is rejected of men He was oppressed He is despised of men He hath borne our griefs Who believed our report? Made intercession for the transgressors Had no form of comeliness He shall bear our iniquities Brought as a lamb to the slaughter Wounded for our transgressions With his stripes are we healed He made his grave with the wicked Grew up as a tender plant in dry ground He carried our sorrows Bruised for our iniquities Bare the sin of many We esteemed him stricken It pleased the Lord to bruise him Acquainted with Grief We hid our faces from him A man of sorrows Numbered among the transgressors Had done no violence We esteemed him not He is rejected of men He was oppressed He is despised of men
(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.
He hath borne our griefs
Who believed our report?
Made intercession for the transgressors
Had no form of comeliness
He shall bear our iniquities
Brought as a lamb to the slaughter
Wounded for our transgressions
With his stripes are we healed
He made his grave with the wicked
Grew up as a tender plant in dry ground
He carried our sorrows
Bruised for our iniquities
Bare the sin of many
We esteemed him stricken
It pleased the Lord to bruise him
Acquainted with Grief
We hid our faces from him
A man of sorrows
Numbered among the transgressors
Had done no violence
We esteemed him not
He is rejected of men
He was oppressed
He is despised of men