Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath 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 nether millstone.
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
