I remember the days of old. I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands.
And Isaac had gone out to meditate in the field as it turned evening. And he raised his eyes and looked. And behold, camels were coming.
He has made a memorial for His wonders; Jehovah is gracious and full of pity.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me; on account of this I remember You from Jordan-land and from the Hermons, from Mount Mizar.
My people, remember now what Balak, king of Moab, planned; and what Balaam, the son of Beor, answered him from Shittim to Gilgal, so that you may know the righteousnesses of Jehovah.