2. I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
3. My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned: Then spake I with my tongue:
4. Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.
5. 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.