^{8 Ref} Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

^{9 Ref} Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

^{10 Ref} Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?

^{11 Ref} Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.