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