4 I spoke with my tongue : O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days : that I may know what is wanting to me.

5 Behold thou hast made my days measurable : and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity : every man living.

6 Surely man passeth as an image : yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up : and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.

7 And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.

8 Deliver thou me from all my iniquities : thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.

9 I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.

10 Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:

11 thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider : surely in vain is any man disquieted.

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication : give ear to my tears. Be not silent : for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.

13 O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.

Psalms 39:4-13, Douay-Rheims Bible. Public domain.
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