2I was dumbe with silence, I held my peace, euen from good, and my sorrow was stirred. 3My heart was hot within mee, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue. 4Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: that I may know how fraile I am.5Behold, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily euery man at his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah. 6Surely euery man walketh in a vaine shew: surely they are disquieted in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.