I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
I will say unto Eloah, Do not condemn me; show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
But none saith, Where is Eloah my maker, who giveth songs in the night;
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.
Yet Yahweh will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the El of my life.
I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to Yahweh.
Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me.
And at midnight Paul and Silah prayed, and sang praises unto Elohim: and the prisoners heard them.
Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will show thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.