2I was dumb with silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
3Hot is my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
4'Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days — what it is,' I know how frail I am.
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age is as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity is every man set up. Selah.