“Lord, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.
Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would conceal me until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
For he knows how we were made; he remembers that we are dust.
How long must your servant endure? When will you judge those who persecute me?
So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart.