He was beaten, he was tortured,but he didn’t say a word.Like a lamb taken to be slaughteredand like a sheep being sheared,he took it all in silence.Justice miscarried, and he was led off—and did anyone really know what was happening?He died without a thought for his own welfare,beaten bloody for the sins of my people.They buried him with the wicked,threw him in a grave with a rich man,Even though he’d never hurt a soulor said one word that wasn’t true.