³ Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

²³ And I have put it into the hand of those afflicting thee, Who have said to thy soul, Bow down, and we pass over, And thou makest as the earth thy body, And as the street to those passing by!'

⁷ As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.