Is my strength the strength of rock? Is my flesh bronze?
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 you have helped the powerless! How you have saved the arm without strength!
His bones are tubes of bronze; His limbs like rods of iron.
He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had white hair.
“What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should endure?
Is there no help within me; has not success been banished from me?