Be ye not as a horse, as a mule, which have no understanding: whose trappings must be bit and bridle, for restraint, or they will not come unto thee.

(For the redemption of their soul is costly, and must be given up for ever,)

I remember my song in the night; I muse in mine own heart, and my spirit maketh diligent search.

And I will meditate upon all thy work, and muse upon thy doings.

I remember the days of old: I meditate on all thy doing; I muse on the work of thy hands.