8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt 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 knit me together with bones and sinews;
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;