LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.
So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom.
For he knows our frame. He remembers that we are dust.
How many are the days of thy servant? When will thou execute judgment on those who persecute me?
O that thou would hide me in Sheol, that thou would keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou would appoint for me a set time, and remember me!