¹⁵ My frame wasn't hidden from you, When I was made in secret, Woven together in the depths of the earth.

⁹ But those who seek my soul, to destroy it, Shall go into the lower parts of the earth.

¹³ For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.

⁵ As you don't know what is the way of the wind, Nor how the bones grow in the womb of her who is with child; Even so you don't know the work of God who does all.

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.

⁵ and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sits on his throne, even to the firstborn of the maid-servant who is behind the mill; and all the firstborn of cattle.

⁹ Now this, "He ascended," what is it but that he also first descended into the lower parts of the earth?