“Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.
“If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If only you would set me a time and then remember me!
for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.
How long must your servant wait? When will you punish my persecutors?
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.