3 My heart was hot within me;While I was musing, the fire burned.Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Lord, make me to know my end,And what is the measure of my days,That I may know how frail I am.
5 Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,And my age is as nothing before You;Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.Selah
6 Surely every man walks about like a shadow;Surely they busy themselves in vain;He heaps up riches,And does not know who will gather them.
7 “And now, Lord, what do I wait for?My hope is in You.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions;Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was mute, I did not open my mouth,Because it was You who did it.