Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze?
“How you have helped him who has no power! How you have saved the arm that has no strength!
His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like bars of iron.
His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the nether millstone.
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.