Iron is taken from the ground, and rock is poured out as copper.

when my steps were bathed with butter and the rock poured out for me streams of olive oil!

The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.

Its heart is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

They say, ‘An awful disease overwhelms him, and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’