12 Have I the strength of stones,or is my flesh of bronze?
13 Have I no helper,and has my good sense deserted me?
14 A friend owes kindness to one in despair,though he has forsaken the fear of the Almighty.
15 My companions are undependable as a wadi,as watercourses that run dry in the wadies;
16 Though they may be black with ice,and with snow heaped upon them,
17 Yet once they flow, they cease to be;in the heat, they disappear from their place.
18 Caravans wander from their routes;they go into the wasteland and perish.