[Lament I] No banner announced him, no beauty compelled, A root in dry ground where the proud never knelt. We turned from his sorrow and named him accursed, Not seeing our burden was laid on him first. [Refrain] Wounded for our transgressions, Bruised beneath the weight we made. [Lament II] The peace we could not purchase Came through the stripes he bore. All we like sheep broke every road, The silent Lamb carried the wandering load. [Hope Turn] Cut from the living, assigned to a grave, Though deceit never lived in the words that he gave. He sees after travail; the many stand free, The Servant bears sin and intercedes for the guilty. [Final Chorus] Wounded for our transgressions, Bruised beneath the weight we made. He sees after travail; the many stand free, The Servant bears sin and intercedes for the guilty.