42 Thou hast set up his foes' right hand;mad'st all his en'mies glad:
43 Turn'd his sword's edge, and himto stand in battle hast not made.
44 His glory thou hast made to cease,his throne to ground down cast;
45 Shorten'd his days of youth, and himwith shame thou cover'd hast.
46 How long, Lord, wilt thou hide thyself?for ever, in thine ire?And shall thine indignationburn like unto a fire?
47 Remember, Lord, how short a timeI shall on earth remain:O wherefore is it so that thouhas made all men in vain?
48 What man is he that liveth here,and death shall never see?Or from the power of the gravewhat man his soul shall free?