They ploughing, ploughed upon my back: they made long to their furrows
And I put it in the hand of those afflicting thee; who said to thy soul, Bow down, and we will pass over; thou wilt set thy middle as the earth, and as the street to those passing over.
As he cutting up and cleaving asunder in the earth, our bones were scattered at the mouth of hades.
Wilt thou bind the buffalo in the furrow with cords, or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
My back I gave to those smiting, and my cheeks to those tearing out the hair: and my face I hid not from shame and spittle.