2 and in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies. And thou wilt cut off all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your doings; I ponder the work of Your hands.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy doings; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I remember the days long past; I meditate on all your deeds; I contemplate your handiwork.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
3 And he was gone forth to meditate in the field, the day being now well spent: and when he had lifted up his eyes, he saw camels coming afar off.
Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord: he shall delight exceedingly in his commandments.
For thou art God my strength : why hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
3 And I therefore began to strike thee with desolation for thy sins.