Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze?
Its heart is as hard as stone, as hard as the lower millstone.
Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
In truth I have no help in me, and any resource is driven from me.
“How you have helped one who has no power! How you have assisted the arm that has no strength!