LXX2012(i)
3 My heart grew hot within me, and a fire would kindle in my meditation: I spoke with my tongue,
4 O Lord, make me to know mine end, and the number of my days, what it is; that I may know what I lack.
5 Behold, you have made my days old; and my existence [is] as nothing before you: nay, every man living [is] altogether vanity. Pause.
6 Surely man walks in a shadow; nay, he is disquieted in vain: he lays up treasures, and knows not for whom he shall gather them.
7 And now what [is] my expectation? [is it] not the Lord? and my ground [of hope] is with you. Pause.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: you have made me a reproach to the foolish.