"The plowersplowedupon my back;They lengthenedtheir furrows."
"Can you bindthe wildoxin a furrowwith ropes,Orwill he harrowthe valleysafteryou?
As when one plowsand breaksopenthe earth,Our boneshave been scatteredat the mouthof Sheol.
I gaveMy backto those who strike[Me], And My cheeksto those who pluckout the beard;I did not coverMy facefrom humiliationand spitting.
"I will putit into the handof your tormentors,Whohave saidto you, 'Liedownthat we may walkover[you].' You have even madeyour backlike the groundAnd like the streetfor those who walkover[it]."
