Let me not be ashamed, O Jehovah; for I have called on You; Let the wicked be ashamed; let them be silent in the grave.
The dead do not praise Jehovah, nor do any who go down into silence.
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In You, O Jehovah, I put my trust; let me never be ashamed; deliver me in Your righteousness.
They looked to Him, and were filled with light; and their faces were not ashamed.
Let them be clothed with shame and dishonor together, those who magnify themselves over me.
Let them be humbled and put to shame, those who seek after my soul; let them be turned back and be brought to blushing, those who plot evil to me.
You have put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their grain and their wine increased.
Let all my enemies be ashamed and exceedingly troubled; let them turn back and be ashamed in a moment.
My tongue also shall muse on Your righteousness all the day long; for those who seek my evil have turned pale, they are brought to shame.
O Jehovah, the God of Hosts, how long will You be angry against the prayer of Your people?
You have brought a vine out of Egypt; You have cast out the nations and planted it.
Unless Jehovah had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.
But Jehovah is with me like a mighty, awesome one. Therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not overcome me. They shall be greatly ashamed; for they shall not be blessed. Their everlasting shame shall never be forgotten.
And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
He keeps the feet of his saints, and the wicked are silenced in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail.