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Psalm 69:3 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

3 I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed 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  

And the eyes of the unjust shall be consumed, and flight shall perish from them, and their hope a breathing out of the soul.


My face became red from weeping, and upon my eye-lashes the shadow of death


Mine eyes failed for thy salvation, and for the word of thy justice.


Mine eyes failed for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?


My strength was dried up as the potsherd, and my tongue cleaving to my jaws; and thou wilt set me for the dust of death.


My God, I will call in the day, and thou wilt not answer; and in the night no silence to me.


Integrity and uprightness shall watch me; for I waited for thee.


And now, what waited I for, O Jehovah? my hope it is to thee.


And he will give a new song in my mouth, praise to our God: many shall see and fear, and they shall trust in Jehovah.


I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.


And they will give my food poison, and for my thirst they will give me vinegar to drink.


Thy wrath lay upon me, and thou didst afflict with all thy breakers. Silence.


As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.


Mine eyes failed with tears, my bowels were in a ferment, my liver was poured out to the earth, upon the breaking of the daughter of my people; in the fainting of the child and suckling in the wide places of the city.


After this, Jesus knowing that all things were already completed, that the writing might be finished, says, I thirst.


Thy sons and thy daughters given to another people, and thine eyes seeing and failing for them all the day: and nothing for the strength of thy hand.


Who in the days of his flesh, both prayers and supplications to him able to save him from death, with strong crying and tears, having offered, and listened to by means of circumspection;


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