⁸ “Your hands shaped^(A) me and made me.
    Will you now turn and destroy me?^(B)

¹³ If the only home I hope for is the grave,^(A)
    if I spread out my bed^(B) in the realm of darkness,^(C)

²³ I know you will bring me down to death,^(A)
    to the place appointed for all the living.^(B)

¹⁵ My mouth^[a] is dried up like a potsherd,^(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;^(B)
    you lay me in the dust^(C) of death.