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.
For I said, Hear me, lest they should rejoice o'er me with pride; And o'er me magnify themselves, when as my foot doth slide.
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.
Let Sion's haters all be turn'd back with confusion.
Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.
He was no foe that me reproach'd, then that endure I could; Nor hater that did 'gainst me boast, from him me hide I would.
Let them confounded be and sham'd that for my soul have sought: Who plot my hurt turn'd back be they, and to confusion brought.
Like to the garment let it be which doth himself array, And for a girdle, wherewith he is girt about alway.