Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
His heart is as firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
His bones are [as] tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?
Is it not that I have no help in me, and that wisdom is driven quite from me?
How thou have helped him who is without power! How thou have saved the arm that has no strength!