3My heart was hot within me, While I was musing the fire burned: Then spake I with my tongue,
4Lord, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; That I may know how frail I am.
5Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
6Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.