`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days--what it is ,' I know how frail I am .
O that in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we are dust.
How many are the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment?
To number our days aright let us know, And we bring the heart to wisdom.