Fill their faces with shame, That they may seek Your name, O Lord.
Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.
His enemies I will clothe with shame, But upon Himself His crown shall flourish.”
Let my accusers be clothed with shame, And let them cover themselves with their own disgrace as with a mantle.
They looked to Him and were radiant, And their faces were not ashamed.
If I am wicked, woe to me; Even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head. I am full of disgrace; See my misery!
Terrors overtake him like a flood; A tempest steals him away in the night.