Psalm 75

¹ O God, to thee do we give thanks,

thanks give we unto thee:

and that thy name is near at hand;

thy wonders show to be.

² When I th’ assembly shall receive

uprightly judge I will.

³ th’ earth and its dwellers all do melt:

I stay its pillars still. Selah.

⁴ I did unto the foolish say,

deal not so foolishly:

also unto the wicked ones,

lift not the horn on high:

⁵ Lift ye not up your horn on high:

with stiffen’d neck speak not,

⁶ For neither from east, west, nor south,

promotion can be got.

⁷ But God is judge: he sets up one,

another down doth tread.

⁸ For in the Lord’s hand is a cup,

also the wine is red:

it’s full of mixture, and thereout

he pours: but on earth all

the wicked ones the dregs thereof

both strain, and drink them shall.

⁹ But as for me I will declare,

for evermore I will

sing praises unto him that is

the God of Jacob still.

¹⁰ Of men ungodly all the horns

also cut off will I:

but the horns of the righteous,

shall be exalted high.