But He was pierced for our transgressions. He was crushed for our iniquities.
Unbearable – not the beatings He took or the climb to Golgotha, or a nail piercing through His hands, or a spike driven through his ankles, or hanging on a cross in excruciating pain, or mockers taunting and laughing at Him for not calling on all of Heaven for a rescue – none of this was unbearable. But my sin that put Him there – this is what broke Him. And now … by His stripes .. I am healed.