8 ‘Your dhands have made me and fashioned me,
An intricate unity;
Yet You would edestroy me.
9 Remember, I pray, fthat You have made me like clay.
And will You turn me into dust again?
10 gDid You not pour me out like milk,
And curdle me like cheese,
And knit me together with bones and sinews?
And Your care has preserved my spirit.