*LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
*Oh that you would hide me in She'ol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.
How many are the days of your servant? When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?
So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.