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Lord, let me know how my life ends,[a]
    and the standard by which you will measure[b] my days, whatever it is!
        Then I will know how transient my life is.
Look, you have made my life span fit in your hand;
    It is nothing compared to yours.
        Surely every person at their best is a puff of wind.
Interlude
In fact, people walk around as shadows.
    Surely, they busy themselves for nothing,
        heaping up possessions but not knowing who will get them.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 39:4 Lit. my end
  2. Psalm 39:4 Lit. the measure of