Lift up your heads, O gates, and rise up, O ancient doorways, that the king of glory may enter.

Lift up your heads, O gates, and lift up, O ancient doorways, that the king of glory may enter.

Let lips of falsehood become dumb, That are speaking against the righteous, Ancient sayings, in pride and contempt.

For the music director; by the Korahites, a well-written song. O God, we have clearly heard; our ancestors have told us what you did in their days, in ancient times.

to the one who rides through the sky from ancient times! Look! He thunders loudly.

Remember your people whom you acquired in ancient times, whom you rescued so they could be your very own nation, as well as Mount Zion, where you dwell!

But God has been my king from ancient times, performing acts of deliverance on the earth.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

I will remember the Lord’s works;
yes, I will remember Your ancient wonders.

I will open my mouth in a parable: I will utter enigmas from ancient time:

Your throne has been secure from ancient times; you have always been king.

I remember your ancient regulations, O Lord, and console myself.

See if there is any idolatrous tendency in me, and lead me in the reliable ancient path!