The prisoners are at ease together, they hear not the voice of the slave-driver;
There the wicked ones cease from turmoil, and there the weary of strength are at rest;
the small and the great, he is there, and the slave free from his master.
He laughs at the roar of the city; he does not hear the driver’s shouts;
And the sons of Israel cried to Jehovah, for he had nine hundred chariots of iron. And he oppressed the sons of Israel with force twenty years.