My heart was hot within me, while I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
“Oh that You would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me until Your wrath has passed! Oh that You would set a time for me and then remember me!
For He knows our frame. He remembers that we are but dust.
How many are the days of Your servant? When will You execute judgment on my persecutors?
So teach us to number our days, so that we may get a heart of wisdom.