LEB(i)
3 My heart grew hot inside me; in my sighing a fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue,
4 "Let me know, O Yahweh, my end, and what is the measure of my days. Let me know how transient I am."
5 Look, you have made my days mere handbreadths, and my lifespan as nothing next to you. Surely every person standing firm is complete vanity. Selah
6 Surely a man walks about as a mere ⌊shadow⌋;* surely in vain they bustle about. He heaps up possessions but does not know who will gather them in.
7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is for you.
8 From all my transgressions deliver me; do not make me the taunt of the fool.
9 I am mute. I do not open my mouth, for you, yourself, have done it.