4 »Jehovah, please make me to know my end. What is the extent of my days? Let me know how temporary fraildestitute I am.5 »Indeed, you have made the length of my days very short. My life span is nothing compared to yours. Certainly, everyone alive is like a whisper in the wind.6 »Every man walks about like a vain illusion. He makes a lot of noise over nothing. He hoards riches and does not know who will receive them.