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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 my end,
    and what is the measure of my days,
    that I may know how transient I am.
Indeed, You have made my days as a handbreadth,
    and my age is as nothing before You;
    indeed every man at his best is as a breath.” Selah

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