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My heart was hot within me. As I thought about things, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, let me know my end and how many days I have to live. Let me know that I do not have long to stay here. You have made each of my days as long as a hand is wide. My whole life is nothing in Your eyes. Every man at his best is only a breath.

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