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Psalm 69:3 - Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

3 I am getting weak from calling for help. My throat is sore. I have waited and looked for your help until my eyes are hurting.

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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  

Evil people might look for help, but they will not escape their troubles. Their hope leads only to death.”


My face is red from crying. There are dark rings around my eyes.


I have worn out my eyes looking for your help, waiting for you to save me, as you promised.


I keep looking for what you promised, but my eyes are feeling tired. When will you comfort me?


My mouth is as dry as a piece of baked pottery. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. You have left me dying in the dust.


My God, I kept calling by day, and I was not silent at night. But you did not answer me.


You are good and do what is right. I trust you to protect me.


So, Lord, what hope do I have? You are my hope!


He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see what he did and worship him. They will put their trust in the Lord.


Lord, I am so weak. I cried to you all night. My pillow is soaked; my bed is dripping wet from my tears.


They gave me poison, not food. They gave me vinegar, not wine.


Your anger presses down on me like a heavy weight. It’s like one wave after another pounding against me. Selah


I cried like a bird and moaned like a dove. My eyes became tired, but I continued looking to the heavens. Lord, I am so depressed. Promise to help me.”


My eyes are worn out with tears, and my insides are upset. My heart feels like it has been poured on the ground; I feel this way because of the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the public squares of the city.


Later, Jesus knew that everything had been done. To make the Scriptures come true he said, “I am thirsty.”


“Other people will be allowed to take your sons and your daughters. Day after day you will look for your children. You will look for them until your eyes become weak and blind—but you will not find them. And God will not help you.


While Jesus lived on earth he prayed to God, asking for help from the one who could save him from death. He prayed to God with loud cries and tears. And his prayers were answered because of his great respect for God.


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