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Psalm 69:3 - Tree of Life Version

3 I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no footing, I have come into deep waters, and a flood sweeps over me.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:

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Psalm 69:3
18 Cross References  

But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; their only hope is their dying breath.”


my face is red from weeping, and on my eyelids are deep darkness;


My eyes fail, longing for Your salvation and for Your righteous word.


My eyes are worn out longing for Your promise, saying, “When will You comfort me?”


I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.


My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Distant from my salvation are the words of my groaning.


May integrity and uprightness protect me—for I wait for You.


Everyone goes about as a mere phantom. Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff— yet not knowing who will gather it.


He brought me up out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire. Then He set my feet on a rock. He made my steps firm.


For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?


Scorn has broken my heart, so I am sick. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but found none.


You have laid me in the lowest places, in dark places, in the depths.


Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!


My eyes are filled with tears. My stomach is in torment. My heart is poured out on the ground over the destruction of the daughter of my people— as young children and infants languish in the city squares.


After this, when Yeshua knew that all things were now completed, to fulfill the Scripture He said, “I am thirsty.”


“Your sons and daughters will be given to another people while your eyes look on, longing for them all day long—but your hand will be powerless.


In the days of His life on earth, Yeshua offered up both prayers and pleas, with loud crying and tears, to the One able to save Him from death; and He was heard because of His reverence.


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