Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
How have you helped him that is without power? how do you save the arm that has no strength?
His bones are as strong pieces of brass; 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 my help not in me? and is wisdom driven completely from me?