They are ashamed and troubled for ever, Yea, they are confounded and lost.
Mine accusers put on blushing, and are covered, As an upper robe `is' their shame.
They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.
They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.