Psalms 56:8
¶ Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: [are they] not in thy book?
¶ Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: [are they] not in thy book?
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16¶ For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?
17My transgression [is] sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.
6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
7Shall they escape by iniquity? in [thine] anger cast down the people, O God.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where [is] thy God?
1¶ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known [me].
2Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3Thou compassest 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 LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
12Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I [am] a stranger with thee, [and] a sojourner, as all my fathers [were].
16Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all [my members] were written, [which] in continuance were fashioned, when [as yet there was] none of them.
17¶ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18[If] 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 possess the iniquities of my youth.
27Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.
9When I cry [unto thee], then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God [is] for me.
7¶ Thou [art] my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.
4Thou holdest mine eyes waking: 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 mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;
5Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.
56Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.
4Doth not he see my ways, and count all my steps?
9Lord, all my desire [is] before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
2For thou [art] the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
7¶ Whither 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 hell, behold, thou [art there].
20My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God.
8But mine eyes [are] unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
22For 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 LORD, knowest me: thou hast seen me, and tried mine 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.
9¶ Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, [yea], my soul and my belly.
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 abode, and thy going out, and thy coming in, and thy rage against me.
1¶ Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
8¶ Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
8¶ Keep 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 called, 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.
136¶ Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law.
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me [not].
17For I [am] ready to halt, and my sorrow [is] continually before me.