Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.

Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?

Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, - and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.

Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!

Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.

Didst thou spread out, with him, the skies, strong as a molten mirror?

Knowest thou, the statutes of the heavens? Or didst thou appoint his dominion over the earth?