Rotherham(i)
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me,––and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!