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But He shall grow up before Him as a branch, and as a root out of a dry ground. He has neither form nor beauty. When we shall see Him, there shall be no form that would cause us to desire Him.

He is despised and rejected by men. He is a man full of sorrows and acquainted with sickness. We hid, as it were, our faces from Him. He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.

Surely, He has born our sickness and carried our sorrows. Yet, we judged Him as touched and stricken by God, and humbled.

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