I have thought about the days of old, The years long past.
My enemies reproached me all day long, Those who rave against me have sworn against me.
I remembered the days of old; I meditated on all Your works; I ponder on the work of Your hands.
O Elohim, we have heard with our ears, Our fathers have related to us, The work You did in their days, In the days of old.
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of יהוה! Awake as in days of old, everlasting generations. Was it not You who cut Rahaḇ
“Remember the days of old, Consider the years of many generations. Ask your father and let him show you, Your elders, and let them say to you:
