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Psalm 69:3 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking 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. They shall have no way to flee. Their hope shall be the giving up of the spirit.*


My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.


My eyes fail watching for your yeshu`ah, for your righteous word.


My eyes fail for your word. I say, *When will you comfort me?*


My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.


My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.


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


Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.


He has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.


I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.


They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.


Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.


I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.*


My eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.


After this, Yeshua, seeing that all things were now finished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, *I am thirsty.*


Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people; and your eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day: and there shall be nothing in the power of your hand.


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


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