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I was dumb with silence; I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

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 the measure of my days, what it is that I may know how long I am to be of this world.

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So I remained utterly silent,(A)
    not even saying anything good.
But my anguish(B) increased;
    my heart grew hot(C) within me.
While I meditated,(D) the fire(E) burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue:

“Show me, Lord, my life’s end
    and the number of my days;(F)
    let me know how fleeting(G) my life is.(H)

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