Psalm

⁴Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am. ⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. ⁶Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them. ⁷And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. ⁸Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish. ⁹I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it. ¹⁰Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.