Remember the days of old, Consider the years of many generations: Ask thy father, and he will show thee; Thine elders, and they will tell thee.
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment; Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain;
Who laid the foundations of the earth, That it should not be moved for ever.
I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.