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