Psalms 56:8
Thou hast counted my wandrings: put my teares into thy bottel: are they not in thy register?
Thou hast counted my wandrings: put my teares into thy bottel: are they not in thy register?
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16 But nowe thou nombrest my steppes, and doest not delay my sinnes.
17 Mine iniquitie is sealed vp, as in a bagge, and thou addest vnto my wickednesse.
6 They gather together, and keepe them selues close: they marke my steps, because they waite for my soule.
7 They thinke they shall escape by iniquitie: O God, cast these people downe in thine anger.
2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, thou hast tried me and knowen me.
2 Thou knowest my sitting and my rising: thou vnderstandest my thought afarre off.
3 Thou compassest my pathes, and my lying downe, and art accustomed to all my wayes.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but loe, thou knowest it wholy, O Lord.
5 Thou holdest mee straite behinde and before, and layest thine hand vpon me.
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
16 Thine eyes did see me, when I was without forme: for in thy booke were all things written, which in continuance were facioned, when there was none of them before.
17 Howe deare therefore are thy thoughtes vnto me, O God! how great is ye summe of them!
18 If I should count them, they are moe then the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.
8 Because thou hast deliuered my soule from death, mine eyes from teares, and my feete from falling.
26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possesse the iniquities of my youth.
27 Thou puttest my feete also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in ye heeles of my feet.
9 When I cry, then mine enemies shal turne backe: this I know, for God is with me.
7 Thou art my secret place: thou preseruest me from trouble: thou compassest me about with ioyfull deliuerance. Selah.
4 Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
5 O God, thou knowest my foolishnesse, and my fautes are not hid from thee.
7 I wil be glad and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast seene my trouble: thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities,
5 Thou hast fedde them with the bread of teares, and giuen them teares to drinke with great measure.
56 Thou hast heard my voyce: stoppe not thine eare from my sigh and from my cry.
4 Doeth not he beholde my wayes and tell all my steps?
9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
7 Whither shall I goe from thy Spirite? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8 If I ascende into heauen, thou art there: if I lye downe in hell, thou art there.
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
8 But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
22 Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.
3 But thou, Lord, knowest me: thou hast seene me, and tried mine heart towarde thee: pull them out like sheepe for the slaughter, and prepare them for the day of slaughter.
11 He hath put my feete in the stockes, and looketh narrowly vnto all my paths.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
28 But I know thy dwelling, and thy going out, and thy comming in, and thy fury against me.
1 Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
8 Away from mee all ye workers of iniquitie: for the Lorde hath heard the voyce of my weeping.
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
8 Keepe me as the apple of the eye: hide me vnder the shadowe of thy wings,
21 They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22 Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
136 Mine eyes gush out with riuers of water, because they keepe not thy Lawe.
20 Whe I cry vnto thee, thou doest not heare me, neither regardest me, when I stand vp.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.