Thou art gone up on high; thou hast led captivity captive, and received gifts for men: yea, even for thine enemies, that the Lord God might dwell among them.

Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.

But thou didst not leave his soul in hell; nor didst thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.

He was cut off out the land of the living: for the transgressions of thy people was he stricken.

Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto his sorrow.

Thy rebuke hath broken his heart; he is full of heaviness. He looked for some to have pity on him, but there was no man, neither found he any to comfort him.

He trusted in God that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, if he delight in him.

All they that see him laugh him to scorn: they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying,

All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

And with his stripes we are healed.