You have kept me from closing my eyes in sleep; I am troubled and cannot speak.
I lie awake and moan, like a lone sparrow on the roof.
I remember the days of old; I ponder all your deeds; the works of your hands I recall.
For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites.
Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of the Lord! Awake as in the days of old, in ages long ago! Was it not you who crushed Rahab, you who pierced the dragon?
Remember the days of old, consider the years of generations past. Ask your father, he will inform you, your elders, they will tell you: