2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
3 My heart was ahot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
4 Lord, make me to know mine end, and the ameasure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether avanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up ariches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.