2 I was mute and silent, I refrained even from good, And my sorrow grew worse.
3 My heart was hot within me, While I was musing the fire burned; Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 'LORD, make me to know my end And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.
5 'Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. Selah.
6 'Surely every man walks about as a phantom; Surely they make an uproar for nothing; He amasses riches and does not know who will gather them.
7 'And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
8 'Deliver me from all my transgressions; Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 'I have become mute, I do not open my mouth, Because it is You who have done it.
10 'Remove Your plague from me; Because of the opposition of Your hand I am perishing.
11 'With reproofs You chasten a man for iniquity; You consume as a moth what is precious to him; Surely every man is a mere breath. Selah.
12 'Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; For I am a stranger with You, A sojourner like all my fathers.
13 'Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may smile again Before I depart and am no more.'