Psalms 56:8
Thou hast numbred my flittinges, thou hast put my teares in thy bottell: are not these thinges noted in thy booke?
Thou hast numbred my flittinges, thou hast put my teares in thy bottell: are not these thinges noted in thy booke?
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16 For now thou numbrest all my goinges, and geuest no delay vnto my sinne.
17 Myne iniquitie is sealed vp as it were in a bagge, and thou addest punishement vnto my wickednesse.
6 They flocke together, they kepe them selues close: they marke my steppes, that they may lye in wayte for my soule.
7 Shall they escape for their wickednes? O Lorde in thy displeasure cast downe headlong this people.
2 I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
3 When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
2 Thou knowest my downe sitting & myne vprising: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes long before they be.
3 Thou compassest about my path, and my iourney into all coastes: and thou vsest all my wayes.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me.
12 Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
16 Thyne eyes dyd see me when I was most imperfect: and in thy booke were written euery day of them wherin the partes of my body were shaped, and no one of them were knowen vnto thee.
17 Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
18 I go about to count them, I fynde that they are mo in number then the sande: and yet whyle I am wakyng I am styll with thee.
8 For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.
27 Thou puttest my feete also in the stockes, and lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in the heeles of my feete:
9 Whensoeuer I call vpon thee, then shall myne enemies be put to flight: this I know, for the Lorde is on my side.
7 Thou art my refuge, thou wylt preserue me from trouble: thou wylt compasse me about with songes of deliueraunce. Selah.
4 Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
5 God thou knowest my folly: and my faultes are not hyd from thee.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
5 Thou feedest them with the bread of teares: and geuest them plenteously teares to drinke.
56 Thou hast heard my voyce, and hast not turned away thyne eares from my sighing and crying.
4 Doth not he see my wayes, and tell all my goynges?
9 Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
6 I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
7 Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
8 If I ascende vp into heauen, thou art there: if I lay me downe in hell, thou art there also.
20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.
22 And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
3 But thou Lorde to whom I am well knowen, thou that hast sene and proued my heart, take them away, like as a flocke is caryed to the slaughter house, & appoynt them for the day of slaughter.
11 He hath put my foote in the stockes, and looketh narowlye vnto all my pathes.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
28 I knowe thy wayes, thy going foorth, and thy commyng home, yea and thy madnesse agaynst me.
1 The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
8 Away from me all workers of iniquitie: for God hath hearde the voyce of my weeping.
3 I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges: from the face of the vngodly that go about to destroy me, from myne enemies that compasse me rounde about to take away my soule.
21 They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
22 Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
136 Ryuers of waters gushe out of myne eyes: because men kepe not thy lawe.
20 When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.