3 My heart was hot 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 measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth;and mine age is as nothing before thee:verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show:surely they are disquieted in vain:he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for?My hope is in thee.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions:make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;because thou didst it.