Is my strength the strength of stones, or 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 him who has no power! How you have saved the arm that has no strength!
His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like bars of iron.
His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
Have I any help in me, when resource is driven from me?