Salmos 75

1 To the chief musician, Al–tashcheth, a psalm or song of Asaph. We give thanks unto thee, O God, we give thanks, and nigh is thy name: men relate thy wondrous deeds.

2 "For I will take up a fixed time when I will judge uprightly.

3 The earth and all her inhabitants are melting away: I myself establish firmly her pillars." Selah.

4 I said unto the arrogant, Deal not arrogantly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn.

5 Lift not up on high your horn, speak not with a stiffly erect neck.

6 For neither from the rising of the sun, nor from his setting, nor from the wilderness of mountains cometh this;

7 But God is the judge: he lowereth one, and lifteth up another,

8 For there is a cup in the hand of the Lord, and the wine foameth, it is full of mixture: and he poureth out of the same; but its lees they drain, they drink––all the wicked of the earth.

9 But I will declare for ever, I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10 And all the horns of the wicked will I hew off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.