Psalms 56:8
My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou -- place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book?
My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou -- place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book?
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16But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.
17Sealed up in a bag `is' my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.
6They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.
7By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm by David. Jehovah, Thou hast searched me, and knowest.
2Thou -- Thou hast known my sitting down, And my rising up, Thou hast attended to my thoughts from afar.
3My path and my couch Thou hast fanned, And `with' all my ways hast been acquainted.
4For there is not a word in my tongue, Lo, O Jehovah, Thou hast known it all!
5Behind and before Thou hast besieged me, And Thou dost place on me Thy hand.
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
16Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.
17And to me how precious have been Thy thoughts, O God, how great hath been their sum!
18I recount them! than the sand they are more, I have waked, and I am still with Thee.
8For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
27And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
9Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God `is' for me.
7Thou `art' a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, `With' songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
5O God, Thou -- Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.
7I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
5Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.
56My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing -- at my cry.
4Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
2For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?
7Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?
8If I ascend the heavens -- there Thou `art', And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee!
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
8But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, `are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
22And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
3And Thou, O Jehovah, Thou hast known me, Thou seest me, and hast tried my heart with Thee, Draw them away as sheep to slaughter, And separate them for a day of slaughter.
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
9I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
28And thy sitting down, and thy going out, And thy coming in, I have known, And thy anger towards Me.
1A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.
8Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
8Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
136Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!
20I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.