Psalms 89:46-51

Coverdale(i) 46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure. 47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre? 48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught? 49 What man is he that lyueth, and shal not se death? Maye a ma delyuer his owne soule from the honde of hell? 50 Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth? 51 Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.