^{4 Ref} Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.

^{5 Ref} 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.)

^{6 Ref} 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.

^{4 Ref} `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.

^{5 Ref} Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.

^{6 Ref} Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

^{4 Ref} Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.

^{5 Ref} Behold, thou hast made my days `as' handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

^{6 Ref} Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up `riches', and knoweth not who shall gather them.