Psalms 39:2-6

²I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.

³My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,

⁴Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.

⁵You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

⁶Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.