4 Lord, make thou mine end known to me. And the number of my days, what it is; that I know, what faileth to me, (or so that I know, what falleth to me, or so that I know, when I shall fail, or die).
5 Lo! thou hast set my days measurable; and my substance is as nought before thee. Nevertheless all vanity; each man living. (Behold! thou hast made my days able to be measured, (or counted); and my substance is like but nothing before thee, yea, (but a puff of air). And all is emptiness, (or uselessness); for each person alive.)