Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
*How have you helped him who is without power! How have you saved the arm that has no strength!
His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?