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

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

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

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You 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.)

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Truly, 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.

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And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.

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Make me free from all my sins do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.

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I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut because you had done it.

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No longer let your hand be hard on me I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

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By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

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Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.

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Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.