When you read Isaiah 53:9, it speaks prophetically of the death of Jesus Christ:

“And they made His grave with the wicked—
But with the rich at His death,
Because He had done no violence,
Nor was any deceit in His mouth.”

But here is something astonishing.

In the original Hebrew, the word translated “death” is not singular, it is plural: DEATHS.

The death of Jesus on the cross was not an ordinary death. It was so vast, so intense, so all-encompassing, that a singular word could not contain it. Scripture itself reaches for a plural because what happened there transcends human language.

Jesus did not merely die a death. He died the deaths of many.

He was the one life that absorbed every death, the death of sin, the death of guilt, the death of shame, the death of condemnation, the death of separation, the death owed by all humanity. Every death was gathered into that one moment. Every judgment fell there.

That single cross contained all deaths.

The plural form stands as a witness: in Him, your old life truly ended. The judgment against sin was fully exhausted. Nothing remains unpaid. Nothing is left unfinished.

So today, give the old life its eulogy. Lay guilt and shame in the grave where they belong. Be done with what God has already declared finished.

Because whom the SON sets free is free indeed.