Jehovah, make me to know mine 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 knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.
How many are the days of thy servant? When wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?
Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!