2. I was mute with silence. I was silent even from saying good things, and my pain was stirred up.
3. My heart grew hot inside me; in my sighing a fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue,
4. “Let me know, O Yahweh, my end, and what is the measure of my days. Let me know how transient I am.”
5. Look, you have made my days mere handbreadths, and my lifespan as nothing next to you. Surely every person standing firm is complete vanity. Selah