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I was speechless in silence;
    I was silent to no avail,
    but my anguish was stirred up.
My heart was hot within me;
    while I was musing, the fire burned,
    then I spoke with my tongue:

Lord, make me to know my end,
    and what is the measure of my days,
    that I may know how transient I am.

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