"The plowers plowed upon my back; They lengthened their furrows."
You water its furrows abundantly, You settle its ridges, You soften it with showers, You bless its growth.
So with the stones he built an altar in the name of the LORD, and he made a trench around the altar, large enough to hold two measures of seed.
He said, "Thus says the LORD, 'Make this valley full of trenches.'
They speak mere words, With worthless oaths they make covenants; And judgment sprouts like poisonous weeds in the furrows of the field.
Is there iniquity in Gilead? Surely they are worthless. In Gilgal they sacrifice bulls, Yes, their altars are like the stone heaps Beside the furrows of the field.
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