Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
For he has knowledge of our feeble frame; he sees that we are only dust.
How short is the life of your servant! when will you give your decision against those who are attacking me?
So give us knowledge of the number of our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom.