Olam 2

<i>Is</i> my strength the strength of stones? or <i>is</i> my flesh of brass?

<i>Is</i> not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?

To him that is afflicted pity <i>should be shewed</i> from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, <i>and</i> as the stream of brooks they pass away;

Which are blackish by reason of the ice, <i>and</i> wherein the snow is hid:

What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.

The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.

They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.

For now ye are nothing; ye see <i>my</i> casting down, and are afraid.