Only Version ❧ CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)
To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A 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 show 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. Selah.
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 stiffen’d 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 Lord’s 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.