LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
O that thou wouldst hide me in the grave, that thou wouldst keep me secret, until thy wrath is past, that thou wouldst appoint me a set time, and remember me!
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.
How many are the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.