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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
Surely every man walks in a mere shadow;
    surely he goes as a breath;
    he heaps up riches, and does not know who will gather them.

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