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Psalm 69:3 - New International Version (Anglicised)

3 I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. 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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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 will fail, and escape will elude them; their hope will become a dying gasp.’


My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes;


My eyes fail, looking for your salvation, looking for your righteous promise.


My eyes fail, looking for your promise; I say, ‘When will you comfort me?’


My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.


My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.


May integrity and uprightness protect me, because my hope, Lord, is in you.


‘But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.


He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him.


I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.


They put gall in my food and gave me vinegar for my thirst.


Your wrath lies heavily on me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.


I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!’


My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.


Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, ‘I am thirsty.’


Your sons and daughters will be given to another nation, and you will wear out your eyes watching for them day after day, powerless to lift a hand.


During the days of Jesus’ life on earth, he offered up prayers and petitions with fervent cries and tears to the one who could save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverent submission.


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