If my strength the strength of stones? if my flesh of brass?

He shall flee from the weapon of iron, the bow of brass shall pierce him.

Between their walls they will press out oil; they trod their wine-presses, and they will thirst

Iron shall be taken from the dust, and stone will pour out brass.

Shut up gold shall not be given for it, and silver shall not be weighed its price

And she will forget that the foot will press it, and the beast of the field will crush it

His bones tubes of brass; his bones as a hammered bar of iron.

Wilt thou draw out the crocodile with a hook and with a cord wilt thou press down his tongue?

The flaps of his flesh adhered: it will press upon him; it will not be moved.

His heart will press as a stone; and it will press as the under millstone.

He will reckon iron for straw, and brass for wood of rottenness