‘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.