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Psalm 69:3 - King James 2000

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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)

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

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

May those who seek my soul be confounded and awed.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:

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Psalm 69:3
18 Tagairtí Cros  

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as one dying.


My face is foul from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;


My eyes fail for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.


My eyes fail for your word, saying, When will you comfort me?


My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.


O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you hear not; and in the night season, and am not silent.


Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait on you.


And now, Lord, what do I wait for? my hope is in you.


And he has put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.


I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.


They gave me also gall for my food; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


Your anger lies hard upon me, and you have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.


Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.


My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.


After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, said, I thirst.


Your sons and your daughters shall be given unto another people, and your eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long: and there shall be no strength in your hand.


Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;