Their faces fill with shame, O Lord, that they may seek thy name.
Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.
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 thou mine adversaries all with shame be clothed over; And let their own confusion them, as a mantle, cover.
They look'd to him, and lighten'd were: not shamed were their faces.