³ The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

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

⁷ Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.