2I was dumb with silence; I spake not even what was good; But my pain was increased.
3My heart was hot within me; In my anguish the fire burst forth, And I spake with my tongue:
4LORD, make me to know mine end, And the number of my days, That I may know how frail I am!
5Behold, thou hast made my days as a hand-breadth, And my life is as nothing before thee; Yea, every man in his firmest state is altogether vanity. Pause.
6Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely he disquieteth himself in vain; He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7What, then, O Lord! is my hope? My hope is in thee!
8Deliver me from all my transgressions; Let me not be the reproach of scoffers!
9Yet I am dumb; I open not my mouth; For thou hast done it!