My strength is not the strength of stones, nor is my flesh made of bronze.
Whose assistant are you? Is he weak-minded? And do you sustain the arm of him that is not strong?
Behold, he will drink a river and not be amazed, and he has confidence that the Jordan could flow into his mouth.
There is no power on the earth that is being compared to him, who has been made so that he fears no one.
For what is my strength, that I may continue? Or what is my goal, so that I may act patiently?
Behold, there is no help for me in myself, and my loved ones also have withdrawn from me.