Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remem­bereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flour­isheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the Lord is from ever­lasting to ever­lasting upon them that fear him, and his righ­teousness unto chil­dren’s chil­dren; To such as keep his cov­e­nant, and to those that remem­ber his com­mand­ments to do them.