^{24 Ref} The whole day plougheth the ploughman to sow? He openeth and harroweth his ground!

^{25 Ref} Hath he not, if he have made level its face, Then scattered fitches, and cummin sprinkle, And hath placed the principal wheat, And the appointed barley, And the rie `in' its own border?

^{26 Ref} And instruct him for judgment doth his God, He doth direct him.

^{27 Ref} For not with a sharp-pointed thing threshed are fitches, And the wheel of a cart on cummin turned round, For with a staff beaten out are fitches, And cummin with a rod.

^{28 Ref} Bread-`corn' is beaten small, For not for ever doth he sorely thresh it, Nor crushed `it' hath a wheel of his cart, Nor do his hoofs beat it small.

^{29 Ref} Even this from Jehovah of Hosts hath gone out, He hath made counsel wonderful, He hath made wisdom great!