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Psalm 69:3 - English Standard Version 2016

3 I am weary with my crying out; 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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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 Tagairtí Cros  

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.”


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


My eyes long for your salvation and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.


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


my strength 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 I find no rest.


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


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


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.


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


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


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


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


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


After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), “I thirst.”


Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people, while your eyes look on and fail with longing for them all day long, but you shall be helpless.


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


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