^{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.