To the chief musician Altaschith, psalm or song of Asaph.
1 O GOD, to thee do we give thanks,
thanks give we unto thee:
and that thy name is near at hand;
thy wonders shew to be.
2 When I th’ assembly shall receive
uprightly judge I will.
3 Th’ earth and its dwellers all do melt:
I stay its pillars still,
4 I did unto the foolish say,
deal not so foolishly:
also unto the wicked ones,
lift not the horn on high.
5 Lift ye not up your horn on high:
with stiffened neck speak not,
6 For neither from East, West, nor South,
promotion can be got.
7 But God is judge: he sets up one,
another down doth tread.
8 For in the Lords hand is a cup,
also the wine is red:
It’s full of mixture, and thereout
he pours: but on earth all
the wicked ones the dregs thereof
both strain, and drink them shall.
9 But as for me I will declare,
for evermore I will
sing praises unto him that is
the God of Jacob still.
10 Of men ungodly all the horns
also cut off will I:
but the horns of the righteous,
shall be exalted high.