Psalms 56:8
You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?
You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?
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16But now you number my steps. Don't you watch over my sin?
17My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
6They conspire and lurk, watching my steps, they are eager to take my life.
7Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.
2I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my path. In the way in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
1Yahweh, you have searched me, and you know me.
2You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
3You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
4For there is not a word on my tongue, but, behold, Yahweh, you know it altogether.
5You hem me in behind and before. You laid your hand on me.
12"Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
16Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
17How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
18If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
8For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
26For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:
27You also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet,
9Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this, that God is for me.
7You are my hiding place. You will preserve me from trouble. You will surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah.
4You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
5God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren't hidden from you.
7I will be glad and rejoice in your loving kindness, for you have seen my affliction. You have known my soul in adversities.
5You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.
56You heard my voice; don't hide your ear at my breathing, at my cry.
4Doesn't he see my ways, and number all my steps?
9Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
6I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
2For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
7Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
8If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!
20My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
8For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.
22As for me, I said in my haste, "I am cut off from before your eyes." Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
3But you, Yahweh, know me; you see me, and try my heart toward you: pull them out like sheep for the slaughter, and prepare them for the day of slaughter.
11He puts my feet in the stocks. He marks all my paths.'
9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
9I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
28But I know your sitting down, your going out, your coming in, and your raging against me.
1Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
8Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
3I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
8Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
21They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: You will bring the day that you have proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
136Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don't observe your law. TZADI
20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
17For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.