Shorten'd his days of youth, and him with shame thou cover'd hast.
Let thou mine adversaries all with shame be clothed over; And let their own confusion them, as a mantle, cover.
Before me my confusion continually abides; And of my bashful countenance the shame me ever hides:
My wonted strength and force he hath abated in the way, And he my days hath shortened:
Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.