I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart, and my spirit ponders:
I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me.
But none says, ‘Where is God my maker, who gives songs in the night,
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is distressed.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands.
Tremble in awe, and do not sin. Meditate within your own heart on your bed, and be still. Selah
The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night His song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
I spoke in my heart saying, “I have been great and increased in wisdom more than anyone else who has been before me in Jerusalem, and my heart has observed great wisdom and knowledge.”
Let us search and try our ways, and return to the Lord!
“Get up, go to Nineveh, the great city, and cry out against it, because their wickedness has come up before Me.”
At midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them.
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: