2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
3 My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned: 'Then' spake I with my tongue:
4 Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days 'as' handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up 'riches', and knoweth not who shall gather them.
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