I remember what the Lord did; I remember the miracles you did long ago.
I remember what happened long ago; I consider everything you have done. I think about all you have made.
Remember the miracles he has done; remember his wonders and his decisions.
Remember the miracles he has done, his wonders, and his decisions.
At their parties they have lyres, harps, tambourines, flutes, and wine. They don’t see what the Lord has done or notice the work of his hands.
They don’t understand what the Lord has done or what he has made. So he will knock them down and not lift them up.
His miracles are unforgettable. The Lord is kind and merciful.
They forgot what he had done and the miracles he had shown them.
Then I say “This is what makes me sad: For years the power of God Most High was with us.”
One evening when he went out to the field to think, he looked up and saw camels coming.
“Are there any gods like you, Lord? There are no gods like you. You are wonderfully holy, amazingly powerful, a worker of miracles.