"O LORD, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
For he knows our frame;[1] he remembers that we are dust.
How long must your servant endure?[3] When will you judge those who persecute me?
Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would conceal me until your wrath be past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!