I remember my song in the night; I speak with my own heart, and my spirit carefully searches.
I will say to God, Do not condemn me; make me know why You contend with me.
But none says, Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night;
And my spirit has fainted within me; my heart has become weary within me.
I remember the days of old; I think on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands.
Tremble, and sin not; speak within your own heart on your bed and be still. Selah.
Jehovah will command His loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, my prayer to the God of my life.
I spoke within my own heart, saying, Lo, I have become great and have gathered more wisdom than all that have been before me in Jerusalem; yea, my heart has seen much of wisdom and knowledge.
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to Jehovah.
Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their evil has come up before Me.
And toward midnight Paul and Silas prayed and praised God in a hymn. And the prisoners listened to them.
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.