LORD, make me to know mine 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 knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.
How many are the days of thy servant? When wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?
O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!