Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh of bronze?
His heart is as hard as stone, even as hard as the lower millstone.
His bones are like tubes of bronze, his ribs like bars of iron.
What strength do I have, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Is my help not within me? And is ability driven from me?
“How have you helped the powerless, saved an arm not strong?
