LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.
How many are the days of your servant? when will you execute judgment on them that persecute me?
O that you would hide me in the grave, that you would conceal me, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!