But a Breath

Show me, O Lord,
my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting my life is.
You have made my days
a mere handbreath;
the span of my years
is nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,
even those who seem secure.

Surely everyone goes around
like a mere phantom;
in vain they rush about,
heaping up wealth
without knowing whose it will finally be.

But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in you.

(Psalm 39:4-7)

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