3  ^tThe plowers plowed ^uupon my back;

they made long their furrows.”

23  ^zand I will put it into the hand of your tormentors,

^awho have said to you,

‘Bow down, that we may pass over’;

and ^byou have made your back like the ground

and like the street for them to pass over.”

7  As when one plows and breaks up the earth,

so shall our bones ^fbe scattered at the mouth of Sheol.¹