How Transient I Am

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“Lord, make me to know my end
And what is the extent of my days;
Let me know how transient I am. “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.
“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.” Psalm 39:4-6 ///