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My heart grew hot inside me;
in my sighing a fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue,
“Let me know, O Yahweh, my end,
and what is the measure of my days.
Let me know how transient I am.”
Look, you have made my days mere handbreadths,
and my lifespan as nothing next to you.
Surely every person standing firm is complete vanity. Selah

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