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 mine 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 hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!