Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh of bronze?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength and endurance that of stones? Or is my flesh made of bronze?
Is my strength that of rocks, my flesh bronze?
My strength is not the strength of stones, nor is my flesh made of bronze.
My strength is not the strength of stones: nor is my flesh of brass.
“How have you helped the powerless, saved an arm not strong?
His bones are like tubes of bronze, his ribs like bars of iron.
His heart is as hard as stone, even as hard as the lower millstone.
What strength do I have, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Is my help not within me? And is ability driven from me?