I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times.
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Jehovah; awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Is it not thou that didst cut Rahab in pieces, that didst pierce the monster?
Remember the days of old, Consider the years of many generations: Ask thy father, and he will show thee; Thine elders, and they will tell thee.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy doings; I muse on the work of thy hands.
We have heard with our ears, O God, Our fathers have told us, What work thou didst in their days, In the days of old.
Mine enemies reproach me all the day; They that are mad against me do curse by me.