Wherefore doth a living man complain? Because I'm a stiff necked, Hard-hearted, Half-eaten, Dead in trespasses and sins. A man for the punishment of his sins? Thank God that, "Surely he hath borne our griefs, And carried our sorrows: Yet we did esteem him stricken, Smitten of God, And afflicted. 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."