Psalms 56:8
Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
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16For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
17Thou hast sealed vp myne offences, as it were in a bagg: but be mercifull vnto my wickednesse.
6They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
7But in vayne, for it shal escape the: and why? thou (o God) in thy displeasure shalt cast downe soch people.
2When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
3I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
3Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
1O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
2Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
3For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
4Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
5Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
12Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
16my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
17How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
18Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
8And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
26that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
27Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
9When so euer I call vpon the, myne enemies are put to flight: wherby I knowe, that thou art my God.
7Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
4Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
5I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
5Thou hast fed the with the bred of teares, yee thou hast geuen the pleteousnes of teares to drynke.
56Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
4Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
6I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
2For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
7Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
8Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
20My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
8Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
3But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.
11he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
9Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
28I knowe thy wayes, thy goinge forth & thy comynge home, yee & thy madnesse agaynst me.
1Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
8Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.
3I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
8Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
136Myne eyes gusshe out with water, because men kepe not thy lawe.
20Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.