O Jehovah, make me to know my end and the limit of my days, what it is. Let me know how lacking I am.
Who will grant that You would hide me in Sheol; You would conceal me until Your anger turns back; that You would set a limit for me and remember me?
For He knows our form, remembering that we are dust.
As what are the days of Your servant? When will You execute judgment on those pursuing me?
So teach us to number our days, so that we may bring a heart of wisdom.