I thought about the former days, the years of long ago;
Awake, awake, arm of the Lord, clothe yourself with strength! Awake, as in days gone by, as in generations of old. Was it not you who cut Rahab to pieces, who pierced that monster through?
Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past. Ask your father and he will tell you, your elders, and they will explain to you.
I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done.
We have heard it with our ears, O God; our ancestors have told us what you did in their days, in days long ago.
All day long my enemies taunt me; those who rail against me use my name as a curse.