For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A Psalm by Asaph. A song.

1 We give thanks to you, God.

We give thanks, for your Name is near.

Men tell about your wondrous works.

2 When I choose the appointed time,

I will judge blamelessly.

3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake.

I firmly hold its pillars. Selah.

4 I said to the arrogant, "Don’t boast!"

I said to the wicked, "Don’t lift up the horn.

5 Don’t lift up your horn on high.

Don’t speak with a stiff neck."

6 For neither from the east, nor from the west,

nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

7 But God is the judge.

He puts down one, and lifts up another.

8 For in Yahweh’s hand there is a cup,

full of foaming wine mixed with spices.

He pours it out.

Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

9 But I will declare this forever:

I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked,

but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.

1 To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.` -- A Psalm of Asaph. -- A Song. We have given thanks to Thee, O God, We have given thanks, and near [is] Thy name, They have recounted Thy wonders.

2 When I receive an appointment, I -- I do judge uprightly.

3 Melted is the earth and all its inhabitants, I -- I have pondered its pillars. Selah.

4 I have said to the boastful, `Be not boastful,` And to the wicked, `Raise not up a horn.`

5 Raise not up on high your horn, (Ye speak with a stiff neck.)

6 For not from the east, or from the west, Nor from the wilderness -- [is] elevation.

7 But God [is] judge, This He maketh low -- and this He lifteth up.

8 For a cup [is] in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,

9 And I -- I declare [it] to the age, I sing praise to the God of Jacob.

10 And all horns of the wicked I cut off, Exalted are the horns of the righteous!