Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.
Small and great `are' there the same. And a servant `is' free from his lord.
He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.
and the sons of Israel cry unto Jehovah, for he hath nine hundred chariots of iron, and he hath oppressed the sons of Israel mightily twenty years.