Lord, make thou mine end known to me. And the number of my days, what it is; that I know, what faileth to me.
Who giveth this to me, that thou defend me in hell, and that thou hide me, till thy great vengeance pass by; and that thou set to me a time, in which thou have mind on me?
for he knew our making. He bethought that we be dust,
How many be the days of thy servant; when thou shalt make doom of them that pursue me?
Make thy right hand so known; and make men learned in heart by wisdom.