Is 53 5

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Oppressed and condemned, he was taken away.
From this generation, who was there to complain?
Who was there to cry “Foul”?
He was, after all, cut off from the land of the living,
Smacked and struck, not on his account,
because of how my people (my people!)
Disregarded the lines between right and wrong.
They snuffed out his life.

And when he was dead, he was buried with the disgraced
in borrowed space (among the rich),
Even though he did no wrong by word or deed.
It is hard to understand why God would crush His innocent Servant.
But it is in His suffering for sin that God deals decisively with sin and its harmful effects.

I’ve been trying for several hours – literally – to write something about this but I can’t find the words to say it any more poignantly. Perhaps I am physically tired and weak of spirit. Regardless, these words resound in my soul. They speak of injustice and isolation. They hurt me because I know I am indicted and I also know that this might be – in spirit – how I treat others sometimes. And I am saddened.

By oppression and judgment he was taken away.
Yet who of his generation protested?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
for the transgression of my people he was punished.
He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
nor was any deceit in his mouth.

Justice miscarried, and he was led off—
and did anyone really know what was happening?
He died without a thought for his own welfare,
beaten bloody for the sins of my people.
They buried him with the wicked,
threw him in a grave with a rich man,
Even though he’d never hurt a soul
or said one word that wasn’t true.

He was taken away as a prisoner and then judged.
Who among the people of that day cared that His life was taken away from the earth?
He was hurt because of the sin of the people who should have been punished.
They gave Him a grave with the sinful, but with the rich at His death,
for He had done no wrong, and there was nothing false in His mouth.

Thanks for indulging me. These passages are different translations of the same passage from Isaiah 53. Maybe each one has a slightly different feel or take for you. I hope so.

We are mightily blessed.

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