For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant,br And as a root out of dry ground.br He has no form or comeliness;br And when we see Him,br There is no beauty that we should desire Him.br He is despised and rejected by men,br A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.br And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;br He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.