I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
Is there no balm in Galaad? Or is no physician there? Why then is not the wound of the daughter of my people closed?
Let all that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee; and let such as love thy salvation say always: The Lord be magnified.
Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
Sing to him a new canticle, sing well unto him with a loud noise.
And said: My God, I am confounded and ashamed to lift up my face to thee. For our iniquities are multiplied over our heads; and our sins are grown up even unto heaven,
But thou hast upheld me by reason of my innocence: and hast established me in thy sight for ever.
Let all the earth adore thee, and sing to thee: let it sing a psalm to thy name.