Psalms 56:8
Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?
Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?
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16But now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?
17My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And thou fastenest up mine iniquity.
6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, They mark my steps, Even as they have waited for my soul.
7Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, O God.
2I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.
3My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
1[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David]. O Jehovah, thou hast searched me, and known [me] .
2Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising; Thou understandest my thought afar off.
3Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways.
4For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Jehovah, thou knowest it altogether.
5Thou hast beset me behind and before, And laid thy hand upon me.
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
16Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance; And in thy book they were all written, [Even] the days that were ordained [for me], When as yet there was none of them.
17How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!
18If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.
8For thou hast delivered my soul from death, Mine eyes from tears, [And] my feet from falling.
26For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
27Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:
9Then shall mine enemies turn back in the day that I call: This I know, that God is for me.
7Thou art my hiding-place; Thou wilt preserve me from trouble; Thou wilt compass me about with songs of deliverance. {{Selah
4Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
5O God, thou knowest my foolishness; And my sins are not hid from thee.
7I will be glad and rejoice in thy lovingkindness; For thou hast seen my affliction: Thou hast known my soul in adversities;
5Thou hast fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in large measure.
56Thou heardest my voice; hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.
4Doth not he see my ways, And number all my steps?
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
2For thou art the God of my strength; Why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
7Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
20My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
8For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord: In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute.
22As for me, I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: Nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications When I cried unto thee.
3But thou, O Jehovah, knowest me; thou seest me, and triest my heart toward thee: pull them out like sheep for the slaughter, and prepare them for the day of slaughter.
11He putteth my feet in the stocks, He marketh all my paths.
9Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
28But I know thy sitting down, and thy going out, and thy coming in, and thy raging against me.
1[Michtam of David]. Preserve me, O God; For in thee do I take refuge.
8Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.
3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
8Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
21They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast proclaimed, and they shall be like unto me.
22Let all their wickedness come before thee; And do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
136Streams of water run down mine eyes, Because they observe not thy law.
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.
17For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.