Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?1
Do I have any power to help myself,2 now that success has been driven from me?
"A despairing man3 should have the devotion4 of his friends,5 even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.6
But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams,7 as the streams that overflow
when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,8
but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat9 vanish from their channels.
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go up into the wasteland and perish.
The caravans of Tema10 look for water, the traveling merchants of Sheba11 look in hope.
They are distressed, because they had been confident; they arrive there, only to be disappointed.12
Now you too have proved to be of no help; you see something dreadful and are afraid.13
Have I ever said, 'Give something on my behalf, pay a ransom14 for me from your wealth,15