4 Lord, make me to know mine end,

And the measure of my days, what it is;

That I may know how frail I am.

5 Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth;

And mine age is as nothing before thee:

Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew:

Surely they are disquieted in vain:

He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.