Isaiah 53:2

Em outras traduções

1. KJV King James Version

   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.

2. ESV English Standard Version

   2 For he grew up before him like a young plant,

   *ch. 11:1and like a root out of dry ground;

   *[ch. 52:14]he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,

   and no beauty that we should desire him.

3. NLT New Living Translation

   2 My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,

   like a root in dry ground.

   There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,

   nothing to attract us to him.

4. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   2 For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant,

   And as a root out of dry ground.

   He has no form or comeliness;

   And when we see Him,

   Thereis no beauty that we should desire Him.

5. NASB New American Standard Bible 2020

   2 For He grew up before Him like a tender *53:2 Lit sucklingshoot,

   And like a root out of dry ground;

   He has no stately form or majesty

   That we would look at Him,

   Nor an appearance that we would take pleasure in Him.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   2 He grew up before him like a young plant  * 53:2 Is 11:1

   and like a root out of dry ground.

   He didn’t have an impressive form

   or majesty that we should look at him,

   no appearance that we should desire him.  * 53:2 Is 52:14

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   2 And he shall grow up as a tender plant before him, and as a root out of a thirsty ground: there is no beauty in him, nor comeliness: and we have seen him, and there was no sightliness, that we should be desirous of him:

8. MSG The Message

   2-6 The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,

   a scrubby plant in a parched field.

   There was nothing attractive about him,

   nothing to cause us to take a second look.

   He was looked down on and passed over,

   a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.

   One look at him and people turned away.

   We looked down on him, thought he was scum.

   But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—

   our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.

   We thought he brought it on himself,

   that God was punishing him for his own failures.

   But it was our sins that did that to him,

   that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!

   He took the punishment, and that made us whole.

   Through his bruises we get healed.

   We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.

   We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.

   And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,

   on him, on him.