They cried with a loud voice, saying,“ How long, Master, the holy and true, until you judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”A long white robe was given to each of them. They were told that they should rest yet for a while, until their fellow servants and their brothers, who would also be killed even as they were, should complete their course.
“ Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.
Remember how short my time is, for what vanity you have created all the children of men!What man is he who shall live and not see death, who 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. My eye will no more see good.The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
