“Lord, how long will I live? When will I die? Tell me how soon my life will end.”
I wish you would hide me in the world of the dead; let me be hidden until your anger is over, and then set a time to remember me.
He knows what we are made of; he remembers that we are dust.
How much longer must I wait? When will you punish those who persecute me?
Teach us how short our life is, so that we may become wise.