Let thou mine adversaries all with shame be clothed over; And let their own confusion them, as a mantle, cover.
As with a garment I will clothe with shame his en'mies all: But yet the crown that he doth wear upon him flourish shall.
Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.
As for the head and chief of those about that compass me, Ev'n by the mischief of their lips let thou them cover'd be.
Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.