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II

Lord, let me know my end, the number of my days,
    that I may learn how frail I am.
To be sure, you establish the expanse of my days;
    indeed, my life is as nothing before you.
    Every man is but a breath.(A)
Selah

III

Man goes about as a mere phantom;
    they hurry about, although in vain;
    he heaps up stores without knowing for whom.

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