“Lord, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is!
Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, that thou wouldest conceal me until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.
How long must thy servant endure? When wilt thou judge those who persecute me?
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.