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