3
My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned;
then I spoke with my tongue,
4
LORD, make me to know my end and the measure of my days, what it
is that I may know how long I am to be of this world.
5
Behold, thou hast made my days
as a handbreadth, and my age
is as nothing before thee; verily every man that lives
is altogether vanity. Selah.
6
Surely man walks in darkness; surely they are disquieted in vain; they heap up
riches not knowing who shall gather them.
7
And now, Lord, what shall I wait for? My hope
is in thee.
8
Deliver me from all my rebellions; do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
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.
11
When thou with chastening dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his greatness to consume away like a moth; surely every man
is vanity. Selah.
12
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I
am a stranger with thee
and a sojourner, as all my fathers
were.
13
O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here and be no more.