Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of bronze?
How have you helped the powerless, or saved the arm not strong?
his bones are like tubes of bronze; his bones like bars of iron;
His heart is firm as a stone, even firm as a piece of a lower millstone.
What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should prolong my life?
Is not my help within me? And is wisdom driven from me?