And they cried with a loud voice, saying,“ How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”Then a white robe was given to each of them; and it was said to them that they should rest a little while longer, until both the number of their fellow servants and their brethren, who would be killed as they were, was completed.
“ Lord, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah
Remember how short my time is; For what futility have You created all the children of men?What man can live and not see death? Can he deliver his life from the power of the grave? Selah
“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.Oh, remember that my life is a breath! My eye will never again see good.The eye of him who sees me will see me no more; While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
