To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, A Psalm or Song of Asaph.

1Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks,

Unto thee do we give thanks:

For that thy name is near

Thy wondrous works declare.

2When I shall receive the congregation

I will judge uprightly.

3The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved:

I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.

4I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly:

And to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:

5Lift not up your horn on high:

Speak not with a stiff neck.

6For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west,

Nor from the south.

7But God is the judge:

He putteth down one, and setteth up another.

8For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red;

It is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same:

But the dregs thereof,

All the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.

9But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off;

But the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.