The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows.”
and I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, who have said to you, ‘Bow down, that we may pass over’; and you have made your back like the ground and like the street for them to pass over.”
As when one plows and breaks up the earth, so shall our bones be scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
Can you bind him in the furrow with ropes, or will he harrow the valleys after you?
I gave my back to those who strike, and my cheeks to those who pull out the beard; I hid not my face from disgrace and spitting.