“Teach me, O Lord, about the end of my life. Teach me about the number of days I have left so that I may know how temporary my life is.
I wish you would hide me in Sheol and keep me hidden there until your anger cools. Set a specific time for me when you will remember me.
He certainly knows what we are made of. He bears in mind that we are dust.
What is left of my life? When will you bring those who persecute me to justice?
Teach us to number each of our days so that we may grow in wisdom.