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Psalm 69:3 - American Standard Version 2015

3 I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried:\par\tab Mine eyes fail while I wait 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 Tagairtí Cros  

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail,\par\tab And they shall have no way to flee;\par\tab And their hope shall be the giving up of the ghost.\par


My face is red with weeping,\par\tab And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;


Mine eyes fail for thy salvation,\par\tab And for thy righteous word.


Mine eyes fail for thy word,\par\tab While I say, When wilt thou comfort me?


My strength is dried up like a potsherd;\par\tab And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;\par\tab And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.


O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not;\par\tab And in the night season, and am not silent.


Let integrity and uprightness preserve me,\par\tab For I wait for thee.


And now, Lord, what wait I for?\par\tab My hope is in thee.


And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God:\par\tab Many shall see it, and fear,\par\tab And shall trust in Jehovah.


I am weary with my groaning;\par\tab Every night make I my bed to swim;\par\tab I water my couch with my tears.


They gave me also gall for my food;\par\tab And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,\par\tab And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. {\i Selah


Like a swallow {\i or} a crane, so did I chatter;\par\tab I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail {\i with looking} upward:\par\tab O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.


Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled;\par\tab My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,\par\tab Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.


After this Jesus, knowing that all things are now finished, that the scripture might be accomplished, saith, {\cf6 I thirst.}


Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people; and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day: and there shall be nought in the power of thy hand.


Who in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,


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