But when I was in trouble, they were all glad and gathered around to make fun of me; strangers beat me and kept striking me.

"The time is coming," says the LORD, "when I will gather together the people I punished, those who have suffered in exile.

They are crippled and far from home, but I will make a new beginning with those who are left, and they will become a great nation. I will rule over them on Mount Zion from that time on and forever."

I am bent over, I am crushed; I mourn all day long.

I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

In times of trouble I pray to the Lord; all night long I lift my hands in prayer, but I cannot find comfort.

When I think of God, I sigh; when I meditate, I feel discouraged.

We despised him and rejected him; he endured suffering and pain. No one would even look at him--- we ignored him as if he were nothing.

But because of our sins he was wounded, beaten because of the evil we did. We are healed by the punishment he suffered, made whole by the blows he received.