I remember the days of old; I ponder all your deeds; the works of your hands I recall.
One day toward evening he went out to walk in the field, and caught sight of camels approaching.
He won renown for his wondrous deeds; gracious and merciful is the Lord.
Why are you downcast, my soul; why do you groan within me? Wait for God, for I shall again praise him, my savior and my God.
My people, remember what Moab’s King Balak planned, and how Balaam, the son of Beor, answered him. Recall the passage from Shittim to Gilgal, that you may know the just deeds of the Lord.