That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.
And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this [is] with Thee.
If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,
If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.