Psalms 69:3 Cross References - Matthew

³ I am weery of crying, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe, vpon my God.

³² Thy sonnes and thy daughters shall be geuen vnto another nacion, and thyne eyes shall se and dase vpon them all daye longe, but shalt haue no myght in thyne hande.

²⁰ As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shalbe consumed, and not escape: theyr hope shalbe mysery and sorow of mynde.

¹⁶ My face is swollen with wepyng, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.

⁶ I am wery of gronyng euery nyght wash I my bedde, and water my couche wyth my teares.

¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. How longe wilt thou forget me O Lorde? for euer? howe longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me? ² Oh how long shal I seke counsayl in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in myne hert? howe longe shall myne enemye triumphe ouer me? ³ Considre, & heare me, O Lorde my God: lighten myne eyes, that I sleape not in death.

² O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp lyke a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, & thou haste brought me into the dust of death.

²¹ Let inocencye and ryghtuous dealynge walie vpon me, for my hope is in the.

⁷ And now Lorde wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.

²¹ They gaue me gall to eate, & when I was thurstye, they gaue me vinegar to dryncke.

⁸² Myne eyes long sore for thy word, saing: O when wylt thou comforte me?

¹²³ Myne eyes are waysted awaye with lokyng for thy health, and for the worde of thy righteousnesse.

¹⁴ Then chatred I lyke a swalowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned as a doue. I lyfte vp myne eyes into the heyght: O Lorde (sayde I) vyolence is done vnto me, be thou suertye for me.

¹¹ Caph. Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorowe wepyng, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the chyldren and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cytie.

²⁸ After that when Iesus perceyued that all thynges were perfourmed, that the scrypture myght be fulfylled, he sayed: I thyrst.

⁷ Which in the daies of his flesh did offer vp praiers and supplications, wyth strong criynge and teares, vnto him that was able to saue hym from death, and was also hearde because of his Godlines.