I remember my song in the night and reflect ⌞on it⌟. My spirit searches ⌞for an answer⌟:
I will say to God, ‘Don’t condemn me. Let me know why you are quarreling with me.
But no one asks, ‘Where is God, my Creator, who inspires songs in the night,
That is why I begin to lose hope and my heart is in a state of shock.
I remember the days long ago. I reflect on all that you have done. I carefully consider what your hands have made.
Tremble and do not sin. Think about this on your bed and remain quiet. Selah
The Lord commands his mercy during the day, and at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.
I thought to myself, “I have grown wiser than anyone who ⌞has ruled⌟ Jerusalem before me. I’ve had a lot of experience with wisdom and knowledge.”
Let us look closely at our ways and examine them and then return to the Lord.
“Leave at once for the important city, Nineveh. Announce to the people that I can no longer overlook the wicked things they have done.”
Around midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns of praise to God. The other prisoners were listening to them.
Remember a time long ago. Think about all the past generations. Ask your fathers to remind you, and your leaders to tell you.