the prisoners are at rest together; they hear not the voice of the slave driver.
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest;
The small and the great are there, and the slave is free from his master.
He scorns the turmoil 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 mightily oppressed the sons of Israel twenty years.