and they cried with a great voice, saying, How long, O Master, the holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?And there was given them to each one a white robe; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little time, until their fellow- servants also and their brethren, who should be killed even as they were, should have fulfilled their course.
Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am.Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life- time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity.[ Selah
Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!What man is he that shall live and not see death, That shall deliver his soul from the power of Sheol?[ Selah
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
