1 Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks, for that thy name is near, thy wondrous works declare.
2 When I shall receive the congregation, I will judge uprightly. 3 The earth and all its inhabitants are dissolved; I bore up the pillars of it. Selah. 4 I said unto the fools, Do not deal foolishly and to the wicked, Do not lift up the horn: 5 Do not lift up your horn on high; speak not with a stiff neck.
6 For promotion comes neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the desert. 7 But God is the judge; he puts down one and sets up another. 8 For the cup is in the hand of the LORD, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he pours out of the same; yea, the dregs thereof, shall wring out and swallow up all the wicked of the earth.