כֹּבֶד

For they fled from the swords, from the drawn sword, and from the bent bow, and from the grievousness of war.

Behold, the name of the LORD cometh from far, burning with his anger, and the burden thereof is heavy: his lips are full of indignation, and his tongue as a devouring fire:

The horseman lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcases; and there is none end of their corpses; they stumble upon their corpses:

A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.