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