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Your own hands have made me who I am.
    But now you are completely destroying me.
Remember that you made me,
    like someone who uses clay to make things.
Will you now make me become dust again?
10 You poured me like milk into my mother.
There you put my body together,
    like milk that becomes cheese.
11 You joined my bones together,
    and you covered them with skin.
12 You gave me life and you loved me faithfully.
    You took care of me and you kept me safe.

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