⁴ More in number than the hairs of my head
    are those who hate me without cause;
many are those who would destroy me,
    my enemies who accuse me falsely.
What I did not steal,
    must I now restore?^(A)

¹⁹ Do not let my treacherous enemies rejoice over me
    or those who hate me without cause wink the eye.^(A)

¹¹ Malicious witnesses rise up;
    they ask me about things I do not know.^(A)
12 They repay me evil for good;
    my soul is forlorn.^(B)

⁴ Surely he has borne our infirmities
    and carried our diseases,
yet we accounted him stricken,
    struck down by God, and afflicted.^(A)
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions,
    crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the punishment that made us whole,
    and by his bruises we are healed.^(B)
6 All we like sheep have gone astray;
    we have all turned to our own way,
and the Lord has laid on him
    the iniquity of us all.^(C)

⁷ He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
    yet he did not open his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter
    and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
    so he did not open his mouth.^(D)