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| 1. | For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A Psalm by Asaph. A song. |
| 2. | We give thanks to you, God, We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works. |
| 3. | When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly. |
| 4. | The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. Selah. |
| 5. | I said to the arrogant, "Don't boast;" To the wicked, "Don't lift up the horn. |
| 6. | Don't lift up your horn on high. Don't speak with a stiff neck." |
| 7. | For neither from the east, nor from the west, Nor yet from the south, comes exaltation. |
| 8. | But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another. |
| 9. | For in the hand of Yahweh 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. |
| 10. | But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. |
| 11. | I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, But the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up. |