ECB(i)
8 Your hands formed me and worked me together all around; yet you swallow me.
9 Remember, I beseech you, that you worked me as the clay; and return me to dust.
10 Pour you not me out as milk? - curdle me as cheese?
11 You enrobe me with skin and flesh and hedge me with bones and sinews:
12 you work me life and mercy and your visitation guards my spirit;
13 and you hide these in your heart; I know this is with you.