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