my heart smolders within me. In my sighing a fire blazes up, and I break into speech:
Oh, that you would hide me in Sheol, shelter me till your wrath is past, fix a time to remember me!
For he knows how we are formed, remembers that we are dust.
How long can your servant survive? When will your judgment doom my foes?
Teach us to count our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart.