I keep track of ¹  every bird in the hills, and the insects ²  of the field are mine.

You keep track of my misery. ¹  Put my tears in your leather container! ²  Are they not recorded in your scroll? ³ 

If you, O Lord, were to keep track of ¹  sins, O Lord, who could stand before you? ² 

So they picked two horsemen and the king sent them out to track the Syrian army. ¹  He ordered them, “Go and find out what’s going on.” ²