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Psalm 69:3 - Modern King James Version

3 I am weary from my crying; my throat is dried; my 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 have no escape, and their hope shall be like the giving up of the spirit.


My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;


My eyes fail for Your salvation, and for the Word of Your righteousness.


My eyes fail for Your Word, saying, When will You comfort me?


My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;


O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not answer; and in the night, and am not silent.


Let purity and uprightness keep me; for I wait on You.


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


And He has put a new song in my mouth, praise to our God; many shall see it and fear, and shall trust in Jehovah.


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


They also gave Me gall for my food; and in My thirst they gave Me vinegar to drink.


Your wrath lies hard on me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah.


Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am pressed down; be surety for me.


My eyes fail with tears; my inward parts ferment; my liver is poured on the ground for the ruin of the daughter of my people, in that the children and the babies faint in the streets of the city.


After this, knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, Jesus said, I thirst.


Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people, and your eyes shall look and fail for them all the day long. And there shall be no power in your hand.


For Jesus, in the days of His flesh, when He had offered up prayers and supplications with strong cryings and tears to Him who was able to save Him from death, and was heard in that He feared,


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