4 ‘Show me, Lord, my life’s endand the number of my days;let me know how fleeting my life is.
5 You have made my days a mere handbreadth;the span of my years is as nothing before you.Everyone is but a breath,even those who seem secure.
6 ‘Surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom;in vain they rush about, heaping up wealthwithout knowing whose it will finally be.
7 ‘But now, Lord, what do I look for?My hope is in you.
8 Save me from all my transgressions;do not make me the scorn of fools.
9 I was silent; I would not open my mouth,for you are the one who has done this.
10 Remove your scourge from me;I am overcome by the blow of your hand.