Fill their faces `with' shame, And they seek Thy name, O Jehovah.
If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
Mine accusers put on blushing, and are covered, As an upper robe `is' their shame.
His enemies I do clothe `with' shame, And upon him doth his crown flourish!
They looked expectingly unto Him, And they became bright, And their faces are not ashamed.
Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed `in' a moment!