Psalms

¹We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works. ²When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly. ³The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. Selah. ⁴I said to the arrogant, "Don't boast!" I said to the wicked, "Don't lift up the horn. ⁵Don't lift up your horn on high. Don't speak with a stiff neck." ⁶For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation. ⁷But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another. ⁸For in the hand of Yahweh there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs. ⁹But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. ¹⁰I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm by Asaph. A song.