“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” (Isa. 53:5).
“Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow” (Lam. 1:12).
“O day of mightiest sorrow,
Day of unfathomed grief
When THOU didst taste the horror
Of wrath without relief.
“No eye was found to pity,
No heart to bear Thy woe:
But shame, and scorn and spitting.
None cared Thy Name to know.”
(J. N. Darby.)