4 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my meditation, a fire would flare up.
5 I spoke with my tongue, "O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me."
6 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
7 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
8 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
9 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as reproach to the foolish.
10 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.