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