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Psalm 69:3 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

3 I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; my eyes fail with waiting [hopefully] for my God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

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Common English Bible

3 I am tired of crying. My throat is hoarse. My eyes are exhausted with waiting for my God.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 May those who seek my soul be confounded and awed.

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Psalm 69:3
18 Cross References  

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.


Like a swallow or a crane I clamor; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!


My eyes fail from watching for your salvation and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.


My eyes fail with watching for your promise; I ask, “When will you comfort me?”


Your sons and daughters shall be given to another people while you look on; you will strain your eyes looking for them all day but be powerless to do anything.


In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.


After this, when Jesus knew that all was now finished, he said (in order to fulfill the scripture), “I am thirsty.”


My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


They gave me poison for food, and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


“And now, O Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.


May integrity and uprightness preserve me, for I wait for you.


my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.


O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night but find no rest.


My face is red with weeping, and deep darkness is on my eyelids,


But the eyes of the wicked will fail; all way of escape will be lost to them, and their hope is to breathe their last.”


He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.


Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves. Selah


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