Fill their faces with dishonor, So that they will seek Your name, Lord.
‘If I am wicked, woe to me! But if I am righteous, I dare not lift up my head. I am full of shame, and conscious of my misery.
“Terrors overtake him like a flood; A storm steals him away in the night.
May my accusers be clothed with dishonor, And may they cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.
“I will clothe his enemies with shame, But upon himself his crown will gleam.”
They looked to Him and were radiant, And their faces will never be ashamed.
All my enemies will be put to shame and greatly horrified; They shall turn back, they will suddenly be put to shame.