8 Your hands made me and shaped my body. But now they are closing around me and squeezing me to death!
9 Remember, you molded me like clay. Will you turn me into clay again?
10 You poured me out like milk. You spun me around and squeezed me like someone making cheese.
11 You put me together with bones and muscles, and then you clothed me with skin and flesh.
12 You gave me life and were very kind to me. You cared for me and watched over my spirit.
13 But this is what you hid in your heart. Now I know what you were planning for me.
14 If I sinned, you would be watching me so that you could punish me for doing wrong.