I mention the doings of Jah, For I remember of old Thy wonders,
and Isaac goeth out to meditate in the field, at the turning of the evening, and he lifteth up his eyes, and looketh, and lo, camels are coming.
Remember His wonders that He did, His signs, and the judgments of His mouth,
Remember His wonders that He did, His signs and the judgments of His mouth.
A memorial He hath made of His wonders, Gracious and merciful `is' Jehovah.
I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.
For they attend not to the doing of Jehovah, And unto the work of His hands. He throweth them down, And doth not build them up.
And I say: `My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'
And they forget His doings, And His wonders that He shewed them.
Who `is' like Thee among the gods, O Jehovah? Who `is' like Thee -- honourable in holiness -- Fearful in praises -- doing wonders?
And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.