Translations
He grew up before Him like a young plant, and like a root out of dry and barren ground—He had no dazzling form, no kingly glory that we should look at Him, nothing in His beauty to make us desire Him.
He sprouted up before Him like a tender shoot, like a root from parched ground—no striking form to draw our gaze, no splendour that we should look at Him, no beauty that we should desire Him.
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He grew up before Him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no stately form or majesty to attract us, no beauty that we should desire Him.

