⁴ “Lord, let me know how my life ends,^[a]
    and the standard by which you will measure^[b] my days, whatever it is!
        Then I will know how transient my life is.
⁵ Look, you have made my life span fit in your hand;
    It is nothing compared to yours.
        Surely every person at their best is a puff of wind.
Interlude
⁶ In fact, people walk around as shadows.
    Surely, they busy themselves for nothing,
        heaping up possessions but not knowing who will get them.