I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.
Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of the LORD; awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Isn't it you who did cut Rachav in pieces, who pierced the monster?
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.