Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician, Al-taschith,
A Psalm or Song of Asaph.
1To thee, O God, do we give thanks,
we do give thanks to thee;
Because thy wondrous works declare
thy great name near to be.
2I purpose, when I shall receive
That I shall judgment uprightly
render to ev'ry one.
3Dissolved is the land, with all
that in the same do dwell;
But I the pillars thereof do
Bear up, and stablish well.
4I to the foolish people said,
Do not deal foolishly;
And unto those that wicked are,
Lift not your horn on high.
5Lift not your horn on high, nor speak
6with stubborn neck. But know,
That not from east, nor west, nor south,
promotion doth flow.
7But God is judge; he puts down one,
and sets another up.
8For in the hand of God most high
of red wine is a cup:
'Tis full of mixture, he pours forth,
and makes the wicked all
Wring out the bitter dregs thereof; yea,
and they drink them shall.
9But I for ever will declare,
I Jacob's God will praise.
10All horns of lewd men I'll cut off;
but just men's horns will raise.