We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.

For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

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.

But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.

The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. Selah.

When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.

I said to the arrogant, "Don't boast!" I said to the wicked, "Don't lift up the horn.

I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm by Asaph. A song.

Don't lift up your horn on high. Don't speak with a stiff neck."

But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.