Filltheir faceswith dishonor,That they may seekYour name,O LORD.
IfI am wicked,woeto me! And if I am righteous,I dare not liftup my head.[I am] satedwith disgraceand consciousof my misery.
"Terrorsovertakehim like a flood;A tempeststealshim awayin the night.
Let my accusersbe clothedwith dishonor,And let them coverthemselves with their own shameas with a robe.
"His enemiesI will clothewith shame,But upon himself his crownshall shine."
They lookedto Him and were radiant,And their faceswill neverbe ashamed.
Allmy enemieswill be ashamedand greatlydismayed;They shall turnback,they will suddenlybe ashamed.
