Classic Poem

1. Fire in my meditation burned; I with my tongue did speak.
Jehovah, make me know my end, What my days' measure eke,
What my days' measure eke,
What my days' measure eke,
Know let me how short lived I am. Lo, thou hast given my days
Know let me how short lived I am. Lo, thou hast given my days
Know let me how short lived I am. Lo, thou hast given my
'Fore thee as nothing weighs.
As hand-breadths, and my worldly time 'Fore thee as nothing weighs.
'Fore thee as nothing weighs.

2. Sure wholly vain is every man
Though settled fast, Selah.
Sure in an image walk doth man;
Surely vain stir make they.
One heaps up goods, and knoweth not
Who shall their gatherer be;
And now, what do I look for, Lord?
My longing is for thee.

3. Free me from all my trespasses;
Fools' mockage make not me.
I dumb am, open not my mouth,
For done it is of thee.
A pilgrim as my fathers all,
Stay from me, and let me
Refresh myself; ere that I go,
And I no more shall be.