Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
As he cutting up and cleaving asunder in the earth, our bones were scattered at the mouth of hades.
And I put it in the hand of those afflicting thee; who said to thy soul, Bow down, and we will pass over; thou wilt set thy middle as the earth, and as the street to those passing over.
Wilt thou bind the buffalo in the furrow with cords, or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
He having deceived our race by sophistry, inflicted evil upon our fathers, to make their babes cast out, that they should not breed.