The Plowman in the Psalms

Perhaps it's because it has just been announced that the United States has a new poet laureate, W.S. Merwin, that my mind once again turns to the poetry of the Psalms.  Today's Evening Prayer psalter reading is a beautiful example:

"Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon [ploweth and cleaveth] the earth." Psalm 141: 7

Plügende Ochsen by Rudolf Koller, from Wikimedia Commons.