5 Lord, let me know my end, the number of my days,that I may learn how frail I am.
6 To be sure, you establish the expanse of my days;indeed, my life is as nothing before you.Every man is but a breath.Selah
7 Man goes about as a mere phantom;they hurry about, although in vain;he heaps up stores without knowing for whom.
8 And now, Lord, for what do I wait?You are my only hope.
9 From all my sins deliver me;let me not be the taunt of fools.
10 I am silent and do not open my mouthbecause you are the one who did this.
11 Take your plague away from me;I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.