Pursue them with your tempest; terrify them with your storm-wind.
If I should be wicked, alas for me! even if righteous, I dare not hold up my head, sated with shame, drenched in affliction!
Terrors flood over him like water, at night the tempest carries him off.
Clothe my accusers with disgrace; make them wear their shame like a mantle.
His foes I will clothe with shame, but on him his crown shall shine.”
I sought the Lord, and he answered me, delivered me from all my fears.
The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord will receive my prayer.