¹⁶ Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.

¹ O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

² For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

¹³ Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law, having become a curse for us; for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:

³² He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not also with him freely give us all things?

²⁶ And after the threescore and two weeks shall the anointed one be cut off, and shall have nothing: and the people of the prince that shall come shall destroy the city and the sanctuary; and the end thereof shall be with a flood, and even unto the end shall be war; desolations are determined.

⁸ By oppression and judgment he was taken away; and as for his generation, who `among them' considered that he was cut off out of the land of the living for the transgression of my people to whom the stroke `was due'?

⁴ Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

⁵ But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

⁶ All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and Jehovah hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

¹⁰ Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: For thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.

¹¹ Who knoweth the power of thine anger, And thy wrath according to the fear that is due unto thee?

⁷ For we are consumed in thine anger, And in thy wrath are we troubled.

⁴⁶ How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? `How long' shall thy wrath burn like fire?

¹⁷ for the great day of their wrath is come; and who is able to stand?