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.
7 And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it 'is' of Thee.
8 From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9 I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou -- Thou hast done 'it'.
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