I worship you, Jesus, for you bore our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed you stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But you were pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon you was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with your wounds we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way; and the Lord has laid on you, O Christ, the iniquity of us all. You were oppressed and afflicted, yet you opened not your mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so you opened not your mouth. Thank you, Jesus, for it is by the blood of your great sacrifice that I am drawn near to God. I worship you, O God, for you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel (Isaiah 53:4-7; Psalm 22:3; Hebrews 10:19-22).