PSAL. LXXV. To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Psalm or Song of Asaph

O God to thee give thanks we do, we do give thanks to thee; How that thy name is near also. thy wonders shew to be. When I receive th' assembly shall judge uprightly I will. The earth melts and its dwellers all, I stay its pillars still. Selah.

I said unto the foolish ones 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 stifned Neck speak not: For from East, West, or wilderness, promotion is not got.

But God is judge: one he sets up, another down doth tread. For in the Lord's hand is a cup, the wine is also red: Of mixture full, he pours there out; but yet the wicked all That are on earth, the dregs thereof wring out, and drink them shall.

But as concerning me always I will declare abroad: And I will sing a Psalm of praise to him that's Jacobs God Of men ungodly all the horns also cut off will I: But of the righteous onces the horns shall be exalted high.