“Yahweh, cause me to know my end And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.
¶“Oh that You would conceal me in Sheol, That You would hide me until Your anger returns to You, That You would set a limit for me and remember me!
For He Himself knows our form; He remembers that we are but dust.
How many are the days of Your slave? When will You execute judgment on those who persecute me?
So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.