I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with my own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me.
But none said, Where is God my maker, who gives songs in the night;
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all your works; I muse on the work of your hands.
Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart on your bed, and be still. Selah.
Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer to the God of my life.
I communed with my own heart, saying, See, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yes, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD.
Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me.
And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises to God: and the prisoners heard them.
Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask your father, and he will show you; your elders, and they will tell you.