אִם־עָ֭לַי אַדְמָתִ֣י תִזְעָ֑ק וְ֝יַ֗חַד תְּלָמֶ֥יהָ יִבְכָּיֽוּן׃
Kung ang aking lupa ay sumisigaw laban sa akin, at nananangis nang sabay-sabay ang mga tudling nito —
Rashi
If my soil complains about me concerning the gleanings, the forgotten sheaves, and the end [of the field], as well as tithes, [claiming] that I did not extract tithes properly.
Malbim
Job’s lands, that once supported all his wealth and possessions, are now empty. The sheep, the camels, the oxen and the asses, together with their handlers and Job’s own children, are all gone. In his final desperate cry, Job calls on the land, his last refuge, to become barren too.
Rashi
and its furrows weep together that I plowed with an ox and with a donkey together.