4 Lord, make thou mine end known to me. And the number of my days, what it is; that I know, what faileth to me.

5 Lo! thou hast set [or put] my days measurable; and my substance is as nought before thee. Nevertheless all vanity; each man living.

6 Nevertheless a man passeth in an image; but also he is troubled vainly. He treasureth; and he know not, to whom he shall gather those things.