³ The plowers plowed upon my back; They made long their furrows.

²³ and I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee, that have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid thy back as the ground, and as the street, to them that go over.

⁷ As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.