No matter how you say it, it’s the same:
New International Version (©1984)
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.New Living Translation (©2007)
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.English Standard Version (©2001)
But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed.New American Standard Bible (©1995)
But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, And by His scourging we are healed.GOD’S WORD® Translation (©1995)
He was wounded for our rebellious acts. He was crushed for our sins. He was punished so that we could have peace, and we received healing from his wounds.King James Bible
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.American King James Version
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was on him; and with his stripes we are healed.American Standard Version
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.Bible in Basic English
But it was for our sins he was wounded, and for our evil doings he was crushed: he took the punishment by which we have peace, and by his wounds we are made well.Douay-Rheims Bible
But he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his bruises we are healed.Darby Bible Translation
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.English Revised Version
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.Webster’s Bible Translation
But he was wounded for our transgression, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.World English Bible
But he was pierced for our transgressions. He was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought our peace was on him; and by his wounds we are healed.Young’s Literal Translation
And he is pierced for our transgressions, Bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace is on him, And by his bruise there is healing to us.
Every translation says the same thing, that Christ died for us and through His pain and suffering, we are healed. Many times, I have seen people go forward, have hands layed on them, prayer spoken over them and they walk away looking like they are healed and feeling better. Never have I personally experienced this — until yesterday that is. Thursday of last week I began having horrible allergies. Sneezing (literally) 20 times in a row non-stop, being congested in the head, the whole thing everyone suffers from in pollen season. On top of this, I’m asthmatic. So when I do get sick like this, I have to make sure I start taking a decongestant of some kind so it drains continuously and doesn’t settle. On Friday, I didn’t even have time to get to a store to get the decongestant before all of it had settled into my chest. I began to not be able to take a deep breath. When you take a deep breath, you accomplish this “up and over” feeling which in turn gives a sigh of relief. I couldn’t ever get that “up and over” feeling which petrifies me. Anyone who truly knows me knows my biggest fear is drowning or suffocating to death because of my breathing issue. So when this acts up — I begin to get nervous. By Friday night, the lack of being able to breath had escalated a little but not enough that I was completely off my rocker. Saturday morning I went to teach and had to use my inhaler three times within a 1 hour period. I felt like I was dieing, like someone had a plastic bag over my face and I was gasping for every last breath I could get. I went on with my day, heading to Powder Springs for a birthday lunch. I still couldn’t breathe but it was better than before. On the way home, I got exhaustingly tired all of a sudden, so much, I couldn’t keep my eyes open and was dozing behind the wheel. Then I experienced awful pain in the left side of my chest. When I got home, all I could do was just lay on my bed under the ceiling fan. I couldn’t muster up any energy to do anything. A friend of mine called and through conversation she told me I should go to the altar and receive prayer for what I was dealing with. I have never felt like this was okay for me to do. I always felt like it was selfish for me to go forward with what seemed like such a trivial prayer request (in the scheme of things) when some woman could be dieing of cancer and only have 3 days to live. Now that! Needs some prayer time! I understood what she was saying but didn’t think I could overcome feeling selfish. She made a comment to me that makes me laugh every time I think about it. She said, “Jade, honestly?! Do you think Jesus has a quota or something?” While the comment is simple, it’s packed with power. God’s time is infinite and what he chooses to answer or not answer, is NOT because of a limited amount of ability!
That night was horrible. I woke up continuously because I couldn’t take a breath… I was scared of suffocating in my sleep. Sunday morning, my husband and I went to church. The breathing was moderate at this point. As service started, I could feel it acting up again. My “window” of how much air I could take it was getting smaller and my chest was getting very tight. Like 2,000 pounds of bricks were laying on my lungs. I didn’t go forward the first time I had an opportunity to because I was scared. Scared of my selfishness, scared of even just the walk down the altar. As the pastor spoke his message, I took my right hand and laid it on my chest because it was tight. A second opportunity opened up for people to come down to the altar. NO ONE WAS GOING! I knew I had to go, my heart had dropped and was pumping out of my chest. (My signal from God to GO! lol) So I walked forward with my right hand still on my chest, inhaler in my left. I stood at the bottom of the stairs hoping that the pastor would see me and come down. He finally did and asked me what was wrong. I began to cry and all I could get out was, ” I can’t breathe.” He grabbed the anointing oil, placed some on my forehead and began to pray. I leaned into his hand and began praying for myself as well. Then I felt hands on my back and shoulders. Tears began to fall out of my eyes uncontrollably. My teeth began to clatter symmetrically as if to be words (see previous posts for definitions of this), and my hands began to burn and tingle with sensation. At the same time the pastor was saying he could feel the healing is when my hands were burning and tingling. It was as if God was sending HIS healing power through my very own hands! Amazing. That alone was worth going forward in my time of fear.
From that point forward to this very moment of writing this blog I have been pain-free. I can breathe, take deep breaths, have no chest pain at all!!! God TRULY granted me a miracle yesterday and blessed me with an opportunity to testify on HIS behalf with what HE can do! The catch to it — sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone to get it. Sometimes you have to take a step of faith to get it. If I hadn’t of gone forward I would have missed this. God help me if I had missed it. There is no telling what I would be dealing with today.