Psalm 129:3

New Living Translation

My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows.

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Can you hitch a wild ox to a plow? Will it plow a field for you?

Like rocks brought up by a plow, the bones of the wicked will lie scattered without burial.

I offered my back to those who beat me and my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard. I did not hide my face from mockery and spitting.

Instead, I will hand that cup to your tormentors, those who said, ‘We will trample you into the dust and walk on your backs.’”