John Trapp on Psalms 56:8

Verſ. 8. Thou telleſt my wanderings] Or, thou ciphereſt up my ſtittings, and haſt them in numerato, ready told up; my vagaries whilſt hunted up and down like a Partridge, and huſhed out of every buſh, ſo that I have not where to ſettle. Saint Paul was at the ſame paſs, [non-Latin text not transcribed] ſaith he, we have no certain abode, 1 Corin. 4.11. and ſo were ſundry of the holy Martyrs and Confeſſors, who wandred about in Sheep-skins, and Goat-skins, &c. driven from poſt to pillar, from one Country to another, God all the while noting, and numbring all their flittings, yea all their footings, Bottleing up their tears, booking down their ſighs, as here, [non-Latin text not transcribed]. and Mal. 3.16. See Mat. 10.30. The Septuagint for my wandrings, or flittings have my life; to teach us, ſaith one, that our life is but a flitting.

Put thou my tears into thy Bottle] Heb. My tear, that is, every tear of mine; let not one of them be loſt, but kept ſafe with thee, as ſo much ſweet water. It is a witty obſervation of one, That God is ſaid in Scripture to have a Bag and a Bottle, a Bag for our ſins, a Bottle for our tears; and that wee ſhould help to fill this, as we have that. There is an alluſion here in the Original, that cannot bee Engliſhed.

Are they not in thy Book?] ſc. Of Providence; where they cannot be blotted out by any time, or tyrants.