American Standard Version of 1901
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Like as a father pitieth his children,So Jehovah 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.
Like as a father pitieth his children,So Jehovah 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.