John Trapp on Psalms 129:3

Verſ. 3 The plowers plowed upon my back] Which was never without ſome Croſs upon it, yea ſome plough paſſing over it. The Church is Gods Husbandry; and hee will bee ſure to plow his ſeverall, what ever becommeth of the wild waſte. She is his threſhing-flore, Iſa. 21.10. and hath but little reſt or reſpite. Enemies are flails to threſh off our husks, files to brighten our graces; ploughs and harrows, without which wee ſhould bear but a very thin crop. Gods people do [non-Latin text not transcribed], ſow the ſeed of prayer in the long furrows which thoſe plowers made on their backs; like as the Jews in their feaſts break their glaſſes, as Jeruſalem was broken.

They made long their furrows] Heb. Furrow; as if there were totum pro [illegible: 1 word] corpus. Here haply the Pſalmiſt alludeth to thoſe exquiſite torments whereunto many of the Martyrs were put, ſulcati fidiculi[illegible: 1 letter].