Yahweh, cause me to know my end
And what is the extent of my days;
Let me know how transient I am.
Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my lifetime as nothing before You;
Surely every man, even standing firm, is altogether vanity. Selah.
Surely every man walks about as a shadow;
Surely they make an uproar in vain;
He piles up riches and does not know who will gather them.
“And now, Lord, what do I hope in?
My expectation is in You.
Deliver me from all my transgressions;
Make me not the reproach of the wicked fool.
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Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, and give ear to my cry for help;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a sojourner with You,
A foreign resident like all my fathers.
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may smile again
Before I go and am no more.”