I consider the days of old; the years long past
I will say to God: Do not put me in the wrong! Let me know why you oppose me.
No one says, “Where is God, my Maker, who gives songs in the night,
My spirit is faint within me; my heart despairs.
I remember the days of old; I ponder all your deeds; the works of your hands I recall.
Know that the Lord works wonders for his faithful one; the Lord hears when I call out to him.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your torrents, and all your waves and breakers sweep over me.
Though I said to myself, “See, I have greatly increased my wisdom beyond all who were before me in Jerusalem, and my mind has broad experience of wisdom and knowledge,”
Let us search and examine our ways, and return to the Lord!
Set out for the great city of Nineveh, and preach against it; for their wickedness has come before me.
About midnight, while Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God as the prisoners listened,
Remember the days of old, consider the years of generations past. Ask your father, he will inform you, your elders, they will tell you: