2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was meditating the fire burned: then spoke I 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 frail I am.
5 Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walks in a vain show: surely they are in turmoil in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what do I wait for? my hope is in you.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.