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