Psalms 75

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

1To thee, O God, do we give thanks, to thee do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare.12 2When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly.3 3The earth and all its inhabitants are dissolved: I bear up its pillars. Selah. 4I said to the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn: 5Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.

6For promotioncometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.4 7But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another. 8For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but its dregs, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them . 9But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. 10All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.