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.7And now Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee. 8Deliuer me from all my transgressions: make mee not the reproch of the foolish.