Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of bronze?
How have you helped him that is without power? how save you the arm that has no strength?
His bones are as strong pieces of bronze; his bones are like bars of iron.
His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the lower millstone.
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Is not my help within me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
