ACV(i)
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou have made my days as handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.