תֶּ֫לֶם

If my land cries out against me, and its furrows weep together;

Can you hold the wild ox in the furrow with his harness? Or will he till the valleys after you?

You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

They make promises, swearing falsely in making covenants. Therefore judgment springs up like poisonous weeds in the furrows of the field.

If Gilead is wicked, surely they are worthless. In Gilgal they sacrifice bulls. Indeed, their altars are like heaps in the furrows of the field.