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