The Gradual for Good Friday

Reproach has broken my heart and I am full of heaviness and I looked for some to take pity but there was none and for comforters but I found none. Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by? Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow which is done unto Me, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted Me in the day of His fierce anger. 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.