Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
“How you have helped the powerless! How you have saved the person who has no strength!
Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.
Its heart is hard as rock, hard as 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 power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?