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Psalm 69:3 - King James Version - American Edition

3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: 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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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 shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.


My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;


Mine eyes fail for thy salvation, and for the word of thy righteousness.


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


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


O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.


Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait on thee.


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


And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.


I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.


They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.


Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.


Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.


Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.


After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, saith, 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 long: and there shall be no might in thine hand.


Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;


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