Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!
His bones `are' tubes of brass, His bones `are' as a bar of iron.
His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.
What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?