1 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed? 2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. 3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
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 the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. 7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. 8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken. 9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
10 ¶ Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand. 11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities. 12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
1 Kush, pra, i besoi lajmit tonë?
Kujt iu zbulua krahu i fuqishëm i Zotit?
2 Para tij u rrit si filizi,
porsi rrënja prej tokës së thatë.
S'kishte as pamje, as bukuri,
që të na tërhiqte shikimin.
S'kishte as paraqitje,
që të na pëlqente.
3 I përçmuar, i përbuzur prej njerëzve,
njeri i vuajtur, i mësuar me dhimbjen,
si ai, para të cilit mbulohet fytyra,
i përçmuar e krejt pa vlerë prej nesh.
4 Por ja, ai mbajti vurratat tona,
dhimbjet tona i mbarti!
Për ne, ai ishte njeri i ndëshkuar,
i goditur prej Perëndisë, i poshtëruar!
5 E pra, ai u shporua për shkeljet tona,
u shtyp për paudhësitë tona.
Ndëshkimi që na dha paqen, ra mbi të,
prej vurratave të tij ne u shëruam.
6 Të gjithë endeshim si dele të humbura,
secili prej nesh ndiqte udhën e vet.
E Zoti ngarkoi mbi të
paudhësinë e ne të gjithëve.
7 I keqtrajtuar, duroi poshtërimin,
gojën nuk e hapi.
Porsi qengji, që e çojnë në thertore,
si shqerra, që s'bëzan para qethësit,
gojën ai nuk e hapi.
8 Me dhunë e me gjyq e mbërthyen,
për fatin e tij kush mendoi ?
Se e zhbinë nga toka e të gjallëve,
për shkeljet e popullit tim u godit.
9 Varrin ia vunë me të paudhët,
kur vdiq e vunë me pasanikët,
ndonëse nuk bëri asgjë të dhunshme
e mashtrim prej gojës nuk i doli.
10 Por Zoti deshi ta shtypte përmes dhimbjes,
se, po ta jepte veten e tij si fli faji,
do të shihte pasardhës e do të jetonte gjatë,
e përmes tij dëshira e Zotit do t'ia dalë mbanë.
11 Prej mundimit të vetes së vet,
do të arrijë të shohë e do të kënaqet,
me dijen e tij shumë do të shfajësojë shërbëtori im i drejtë
e mbi vete mëkatet e tyre do të mbartë.
12 Prandaj, do t'i jap turmat si shpërblim,
të fuqishmit si plaçkë ai do t'i marrë ,
se e zbrazi veten deri në vdekje,
me të paudhët e radhitën.
Mëkatet e shumë njerëzve ai mbarti,
për shkelësit ai ndërmjetësoi.