For the Chief Musician; set to Al-tashheth. A Psalm of Asaph, a Song.
1We give thanks unto thee, O God;
We give thanks, for thy name is near:
Men tell of thy wondrous works.
2When I shall find the set time,
I will judge uprightly.
3The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved:
I have set up the pillars of it. Selah
4I said unto the arrogant, Deal not arrogantly:
And to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:
5Lift not up your horn on high;
Speak not with a stiff neck.
6For neither from the east, nor from the west,
Nor yet from the south, cometh lifting up.
7But God is the judge:
He putteth down one, and lifteth up another.
8For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine foameth;
It is full of mixture, and he poureth out of the same:
Surely the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.
9But I will declare for ever,
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
10All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off;
But the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.