Psalm 141:7
Psalm 141:7 The inevitability of death Another powerful verse! This time “ploughing” is used as an allegory for the fate of all men and women. Once a field has been harvested and cleared of its season’s growth, the farmer moves in with his plough. In ancient times this would have been with oxen, or maybe horses if the landowner was wealthy enough. Modern farmers use tractors and heavy machinery of course. The resting earth would be turned over, and clods would be exposed where the ground had been hardened by the weather. At this point the field lies fallow awaiting seedtime once again. This verse sees humanity as those who enjoy a season of fruitfulness but once our time of harvest has passed, we die and are broken up by the rigours of death, our bones are waiting to be scattered at the mouth of the grave. We are like a ploughed field. Our lives will never be repeated, our fruitfulness cannot be reclaimed, our children may be our seed, but we no longer serve any purpose. Only Eve and h...