Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek your name, O LORD.
If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see you my affliction;
Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest steals him away in the night.
Let my adversaries be clothed with shame, and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle.
His enemies will I clothe with shame: but on himself shall his crown flourish.
They looked to him, and were lightened: and their faces were not ashamed.
Let all my enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.