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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16For 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 ste, 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?
1To the chief Musician, A alm 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.
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 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.
7Thou 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?
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 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.
9Have 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.
1Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
8Depart 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.
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 gd 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.
136Rivers 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.