Then Pilate had Jesus flogged with a lead-tipped whip.
My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows.
I offered my back to those who beat me and my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard. I did not hide my face from mockery and spitting.
But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed.
Then they will hand him over to the Romans to be mocked, flogged with a whip, and crucified. But on the third day he will be raised from the dead.”
“Therefore, I am sending you prophets and wise men and teachers of religious law. But you will kill some by crucifixion, and you will flog others with whips in your synagogues, chasing them from city to city.
They will flog him with a whip and kill him, but on the third day he will rise again.”
So I will have him flogged, and then I will release him.”
But the mob shouted louder and louder, demanding that Jesus be crucified, and their voices prevailed.
Five different times the Jewish leaders gave me thirty-nine lashes.
Some were jeered at, and their backs were cut open with whips. Others were chained in prisons.
He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed.
