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II

Lord, let me know my end, the number of my days,
    that I may learn how frail I am.

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10 Seventy is the sum of our years,
    or eighty, if we are strong;
Most of them are toil and sorrow;
    they pass quickly, and we are gone.

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Since his days are determined—
    you know the number of his months;
    you have fixed the limit which he cannot pass—

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