Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Is my strength and endurance that of stones? Or is my flesh made of bronze?
Is my strength that of rocks, my flesh bronze?
My strength is not the strength of stones, nor is my flesh made of bronze.
My strength is not the strength of stones: nor is my flesh of brass.
How hast thou helped him that is without power! How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!
His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.
His heart is as firm as a stone; Yea, firm as the nether millstone.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, at I should be patient?
Is it not that I have no help in me, And that effectual working is driven quite from me?