his
throne down to the ground.

88:46. Thou hast shortened the days of his time: thou hast covered him
with confusion.

88:47. How long, O Lord, turnest thou away unto the end? shall thy anger
burn like fire?

88:48. Remember what my substance is: for hast thou made all the
children of men in vain?

88:49. Who is the man that shall live, and not see death: that shall
deliver his soul from the hand of hell?

88:50. Lord, where are thy ancient mercies, according to what thou didst
swear to David in thy truth?

88:51. Be mindful, O Lord, of the reproach of thy servants (which I have
held in my bosom) of many nations:

88:52. Wherewith thy enemies have reproached, O Lord; wherewith they
have reproached the change of thy anointed.

88:53. Blessed be the Lord for evermore. So be it. So be it.

Psalms Chapter 89

Domine, refugium.

A prayer for the mercy of God: recounting the shortness and miseries of
the days of man.

89:1. A prayer of Moses the man of God. Lord, thou hast been our refuge
from generation to generation.

89:2. Before the mountains were made, or the earth and the world was
formed; from eternity and to eternity thou art God.

89:3. Turn not man away to be brought low: and thou hast said: Be
converted, O ye sons of men.

Turn not man away, etc... Suffer him not quite to perish from thee,
since thou art pleased to call upon him to be converted to thee.

89:4. For a thousand years in thy sight are as yesterday, which is past.
And as a watch in the night,

89:5. Things that are counted nothing, shall their years be.

89:6. In the morning man shall grow up like grass; in the morning he
shall flourish and pass away: in the evening he shall fall, grow dry,
and wither.

89:7. For in thy wrath we have fainted away: and are troubled in thy
indignation.

89:8. Thou hast set our iniquities before thy eyes: our life in the
light of thy countenance.

89:9. For all our days are spent; and in thy wrath we have fainted away.
Our years shall be considered as a spider:

As a spider... As frail and weak as a spider's web; and miserable
withal, whilst like a spider we spend our bowels in weaving webs to
catch flies.

89:10. The days of our years in them are threescore and ten years. But
if in the strong they be fourscore years: and what is more of them is
labour and sorrow. For mildness is come upon us: and we shall be
corrected.

Mildness is come upon us, etc... God's mildness corrects us; inasmu