41. He to all passers-by a spoil,to neighbours is a scorn.
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?