Let them that for my soul do seek shamed and confounded be: Turned back be they, and shamed, that in my hurt delight.
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.
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.
Let thou mine adversaries all with shame be clothed over; And let their own confusion them, as a mantle, cover.
Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.
Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.
Bulls many compass me, strong bulls of Bashan me surround.
From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogs my darling set thou free.
Sham'd and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill.
Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.
O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.