He is broken. I am made whole.
He is poured out. I am filled.
He is rejected. I am accepted.
He is bound. I am free.
He is scarred. I am made beautiful.
He descended into darkness. I bask in joyous light.
He dies. I live.
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
Isaiah 53:5 (The Message)