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