3 I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
4 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my meditation, a fire would flare up.
5 I spoke with my tongue, 'O Lord, make me know my end,and what the number of my days will be,so that I may know what is lacking to me.'
6 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and,before you, my substance is as nothing.Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
7 So then, truly man passes by like an image;even so, he is disquieted in vain.He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
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