4. Mine end, and measure of my days,O Lord, unto me showWhat is the same; that I therebymy frailty well may know.
5. Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad'st;mine age is in thine eyeAs nothing: sure each man at bestis wholly vanity.
6. Sure each man walks in a vain show;they vex themselves in vain:He heaps up wealth, and doth not knowto whom it shall pertain.
7. And now, O Lord, what wait I for?my hope is fix'd on thee.
8. Free me from all my trespasses,the fool's scorn make not me.