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I was dumb with silence, I held my peace without profit and had no comfort away from good, while my distress was renewed.

My heart was hot within me. While I was musing, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:

Lord, make me to know my end and [to appreciate] the measure of my days—what it is; let me know and realize how frail I am [how transient is my stay here].

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