41 Now, in vv. 11–13, Job proceeds to describe his hopeless condition. In so doing, he is continuing his defense of his despair and lament. The section begins with these rhetorical questions in which Job affirms that he does not have the strength to wait for the blessings that Eliphaz is talking about.
42 The word translated “my end” is קִצִּי (qitsi). It refers to the termination of his life. In Ps 39:5 it is parallel to “the measure of my days.” In a sense, Job is asking what future he has. To him, the “end” of his affliction can only be death.
43 The questions imply negative answers. Job is saying that it would take great strength to hold up under these afflictions, but he is only flesh and bone. The sufferings have almost completely overwhelmed him. To endure all of this to the end he would need a strength he does not have.
44 For the use of the particle אִם (’im) in this kind of interrogative clause, see §150.g, note.
45 The word means something like “recovery,” or the powers of recovery; it was used in Job 5:12. In 11:6 it applies to a condition of the mind, such as mental resource. Job is thinking not so much of relief or rescue from his troubles, but of strength to bear them.

In other versions

What is my strength, that I should wait?

And what is my end, that I should be patient?

Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze?

Have I any help in me,

when resource is driven from me?

“What strength do I have, that I should still hope?

What prospects, that I should be patient?

Do I have the strength of stone?

Is my flesh bronze?

Do I have any power to help myself,

now that success has been driven from me?

What strength do I have, that I should continue to hope?

What is my future, that I should be patient?

Is my strength that of stone,

or my flesh made of bronze?

Since I cannot help myself,

the hope for success has been banished from me.

But I don’t have the strength to endure.

I have nothing to live for.

Do I have the strength of a stone?

Is my body made of bronze?

No, I am utterly helpless,

without any chance of success.

What is my strength, that I should wait?

And what is my end, that I should hold out?

Or is my strength like the strength of stones?

Or is my flesh bronze?

Indeed, my help is not in me,

and any success is driven from me.

What is my strength, that I should hope?

And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Is my strength the strength of stones?

Or is my flesh of brass?

Is not my help in me?

And is wisdom driven quite from me?

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