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?
You number and record my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle–are they not in Your book?
Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?
You yourself have kept track of my misery. Put my tears into your bottle— aren’t they on your scroll already?
My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will Sing, and rehearse a psalm.