To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, A Psalm or Song of Asaph.
1 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.
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.