The captives are completely at rest; they do not hear a taskmaster’s voice.
It scoffs at the noise of the village and never hears the shouts of a driver.
Then the Israelites cried out to the Lord, because Jabin had nine hundred iron chariots, and he had harshly oppressed them for twenty years.
There the wicked cease to make trouble, and there the weary find rest.
Both small and great are there, and the slave is set free from his master.