1 [To the Chief Musician, altaschith. A Psalm or Song of Asaph.] Unto you, O God, do we give thanks, unto you do we give thanks: for that your name is near, your wondrous works declare.
2 When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly. 3 The earth and all inhabitants are dissolved: I hold up the pillars of it. Selah. 4 I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn: 5 Lift not 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 south. 7 But God is the judge: he puts down one, and sets up another. 8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is fully mixed; and he pours out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall drain them down, and drink them.