Is my strength the strength of stones, Or is my flesh bronze?
Is it that my help is not within me, And that a good outcome is driven away from me?
'For the despairing man there should be
kindness from his friend; So that he does not abandon the fear of the Almighty.
My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi, Like the torrents of wadis which drain away,
Which are darkened because of ice, And
into which the snow melts.
When they dry up, they vanish; When it is hot, they disappear from their place.
The paths of their course wind along, They go up into wasteland and perish.
The caravans of Tema looked, The travelers of Sheba hoped for them.
They were put to shame, for they had trusted, They came there and were humiliated.
Indeed, you have now become such, You see terrors and are afraid.
Have I said, ‘Give me something,
’ Or, ‘Offer a bribe for me from your wealth,’