`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 wouldst 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.