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3 My heart kindled warm within me; A fire consumed in my soliloquy; I spoke with my tongue:
4 Acquaint me, O Yahweh, with my end And the measure of my days--what it is. Do let me realize how quickly my leaving off can be."
5 Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my transient lifetime is as nothing in front of You. Yea, all of humanity, standing up, is altogether a transitory breath. {Interlude{ "
6 Yea, man walks about, merely an image; Yea, they clamor about in vain He piles up goods but does not know who will be gathering them in."
7 And now, what do I expect, O Yahweh? My waiting, it is for You!"
8 Rescue me from all my transgressions; Do not constitute me the reproach of the decadent one.
9 I have become mute; I shall not open my mouth, For You Yourself have acted."