There are some words that convey such a strong meaning for me that there should be a literary term for those kind of words. It’s not onomatopoeia (which means the word sounds like what it means—like “splash” or “hiss”). Maybe there is a literary term already (anyone?).
One of the words that should have its own literary description is “rest.” It is a wonderful word to me.
In this case, the word “weary” just calls to mind a strong image (for me). It’s more than “tired;” it’s more than “exhausted”—I can’t put it into words, but “weary” makes me think of a physical/mental/emotional state that begs for treatment.
Maybe that’s why I have always loved this verse in Isaiah. As a Christ-follower, there IS a treatment for me when I am weary. I can rely on the strength of my God and Savior. It is another one of those gifts that I want to choose to accept: HIS strength. (Then there is that verse in the New Testament that takes it even further—HIS STRENGTH is made perfect in my weakness—just think of that!).
I love this.