3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: [then] I spoke with my tongue.
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it [is]; [that] I may know how frail I [am].
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] a hand-breadth; and my age [is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state [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.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
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