2I was dumb, and humbled myself, and kept silence from good words; and my grief was renewed.
3My heart grew hot within me, and a fire would kindle in my meditation: I spoke with my tongue,
4O Lord, make me to know my end, and the number of my days, what it is; that I may know what I lack.
5Behold, you have made my days old; and my existence is as nothing before you: nay, every man living is altogether vanity. Pause.