I have considered the days of old, the years long ago.
My enemies reproach me all the day; those who deride me use my name for a curse.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands.
We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us what deeds You performed in their days, in the days of old:
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord. Awake as in the ancient days, in the generations of old. Was it not You who cut Rahab to pieces and wounded the dragon?
Remember the days of old, consider the years of previous generations. Ask your father, and he will show you; your elders, and they will tell you:
