4 "Lord, make me to know my end And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.
5 "Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. Selah.
6 "Surely every man walks about as a phantom; Surely they make an uproar for nothing; He amasses riches and does not know who will gather them.
7 "And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
8 "Deliver me from all my transgressions; Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 "I have become mute, I do not open my mouth, Because it is You who have done it.
10 "Remove Your plague from me; Because of the opposition of Your hand I am perishing.