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Psalm 69:3 - Y'all Version Bible

3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. 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. They will have no way to flee. Their hope will be the giving up of the spirit.”


My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,


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


My eyes fail for your word. I say, “When will you comfort me?”


My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.


My God, I cry by day, but you don’t answer; by night, I am not silent.


May integrity and uprightness preserve me, for I wait for you.


Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.


Hᴇ has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and trust in YHWH.


I am weary from my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. and drench my couch with tears.


They also gave me poison for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.


Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.


I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”


My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My bile is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.


After this, Jesus, knowing that all things had now been finished in fulfillment of Scripture, said, “I am thirsty!”


Your sons and your daughters will be given to another people. Your eyes will look and fail with longing for them all day long. There will be no power in your hand.


In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and petitions with strong cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.


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