Furrows

…if my land cries out against me and its furrows weep together,

You soak its furrows and level its ridges; You soften it with showers and bless its growth.

The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

They speak mere words; with false oaths they make covenants. So judgment springs up like poisonous weeds in the furrows of a field.

Is there iniquity in Gilead? They will surely come to nothing. Do they sacrifice bulls in Gilgal? Indeed, their altars will be heaps of stones in the furrows of the field.