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