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