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