Herr, lehre doch mich, daß ein Ende mit mi

Lord, teach me that an end must come with me,
and my life has a purpose, and I must depart.
Behold, my days are but a hand's breadth before you,
and my life is nothing before you.
Oh, how truly insignificant are all people,
who live so securely.
They pass by like a shadow,
and cause themselves much futile unrest:
they gather and do not know who will get it.
Now Lord, what shall I find comfort in?
I put my hope in you.
(Psalm 39:5-8)

The souls of the righteous are in God's hand,
and no torment touched them.
(Wisdom of Solomon 3:1)