“Lord, let me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.
O 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.