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3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah
6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.