7. Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.
8. Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
9. Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10. Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11. Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
12. Thou hast granted me life and favor, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13. And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.
14. If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
15. If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
16. For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself wonderful upon me.
17. Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.