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.