I consider the days of old, the years long ago.
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord; awake, as in days of old, the generations of long ago. Was it not you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the dragon?
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.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands.
O God, we have heard with our ears, our fathers have told us, what deeds you performed in their days, in the days of old:
All the day my enemies taunt me; those who deride me use my name for a curse.
