⁸ “‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether,
    yet you destroy me.
⁹ Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay.
    Will you bring me into dust again?
¹⁰ Haven’t you poured me out like milk,
    and curdled me like cheese?
¹¹ You have clothed me with skin and flesh,
    and knit me together with bones and sinews.
¹² You have granted me life and loving kindness.
    Your visitation has preserved my spirit.