Coverdale(i)
13 Yee like as a father pitieth his owne children, euen so is the LORDE mercifull vnto the that feare him.
14 For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust.
15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
16 For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it gone, and the place therof knoweth it nomore.
17 But the mercifull goodnesse of ye LORDE endureth for euer and euer, vpon them yt feare him, and his rightuousnesse vpon their childers children.