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