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My heart was hot within me; while I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

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

Behold, Thou hast made my days as a handbreadth, and mine age is as nothing before Thee; verily every man in his best state is altogether vanity. Selah

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