ECB(i)
3 my heart heats within me; as I meditate, the fire burns. I word with my tongue,
4 O Yah Veh, have me know my end and the measure of my days, what they are; so that I know how forsaken I am.
5 Behold, you give my days as a palm span; my transcience is as naught in front of you; verily all humanity is stationed in vanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walks in an image; surely they roar in vain: he heaps and knows not who gathers.
7 And now, O Adonay, what await I? My hope is in you.
8 Rescue me from all my rebellions; set me not a reproach of fools.
9 I am mute, I open not my mouth; because you - you worked it.