8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
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