You clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Did you not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
You gave me life and favor, and your intervention watched over my spirit.
Certainly you made my mind and heart; you wove me together in my mother’s womb.
From him the whole body grows, fitted and held together through every supporting ligament. As each one does its part, the body grows in love.