2 I was dumb 'with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
3 Hot 'is' my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
4 'Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it 'is',' I know how frail I 'am'.
5 Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age 'is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity 'is' every man set up. Selah.
6 Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, 'in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
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