“If my land cried out against me and all its furrows wept together,

Can you bind the wild ox to a furrow with its rope, will it till the valleys, following after you?

You saturate its furrows, and soak its plowed ground. With rain showers you soften its soil, and make its crops grow.

They utter empty words, taking false oaths and making empty agreements. Therefore legal disputes sprout up like poisonous weeds in the furrows of a plowed field.

Is there idolatry in Gilead? Certainly its inhabitants will come to nothing! Do they sacrifice bulls in Gilgal? Surely their altars will be like stones heaped up on a plowed field!