Plowmen plowed on my back— they made their furrows long!”
Will you bind a wild ox to a furrow with his rope? Will it plow valleys behind you?
As when one plows and breaks open the earth, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
I gave My back to those who strike, and My cheeks to those pulling out My beard; I did not hide My face from humiliation and spitting.
Then I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, who said to you, ‘Lie down, so we may walk over you.’ You have made your back like the ground and like a street for passersby.
