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, “Don’t boast!”
I said to the wicked, “Don’t lift up the horn.
5Don’t lift up your horn on high.
Don’t 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 Lord’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.
9But I will declare this forever:
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
10I will cut off all the horns of the wicked,
but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.
1In finem, ne corrumpas. Psalmus cantici Asaph.
2Confitebimur tibi, Deus, confitebimur, et invocabimus nomen tuum; narrabimus mirabilia tua. 3Cum accepero tempus, ego justitias judicabo. 4Liquefacta est terra et omnes qui habitant in ea: ego confirmavi columnas ejus. 5Dixi iniquis: Nolite inique agere: et delinquentibus: Nolite exaltare cornu: 6nolite extollere in altum cornu vestrum; nolite loqui adversus Deum iniquitatem. 7Quia neque ab oriente, neque ab occidente, neque a desertis montibus: 8quoniam Deus judex est. Hunc humiliat, et hunc exaltat: 9quia calix in manu Domini vini meri, plenus misto. Et inclinavit ex hoc in hoc; verumtamen fæx ejus non est exinanita: bibent omnes peccatores terræ. 10Ego autem annuntiabo in sæculum; cantabo Deo Jacob: 11et omnia cornua peccatorum confringam, et exaltabuntur cornua justi.