The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.”
Can you tie it in the furrow with ropes, or will it harrow the valleys after you?
Like a rock that one breaks apart and shatters on the land, so shall their bones be strewn at the mouth of Sheol.
I gave my back to those who struck me, and my cheeks to those who pulled out the beard; I did not hide my face from insult and spitting.
And I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, who have said to you, “Bow down, that we may walk on you”; and you have made your back like the ground and like the street for them to walk on.