1 To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Psalm or Song of Asaph. Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare. |
2 When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly. |
3 The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah. |
4 I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn: |
5 Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck. |
6 For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. |
7 But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another. |
8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them. |
9 But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. |
10 All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted. |
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