8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. |
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? |
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? |
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. |
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. |
13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee. |