 1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of Asaph. Do not destroy. To you, O God, we have given thanks. To you we have given thanks. For your name is near. Your wonderful works declared. 2 When I take the appointed time, I will judge uprightly. 3 The earth and all its people are melting away. I hold up its pillars. Selah. 4 I said to the proud, Do not boast. To the wicked, Do not lift up the horn. 5 Do not lift up your horn on high nor speak with a stiff neck. 6 For lifting up 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 In the hand of the Lord there is a cup and the wine is red. It is fully mixed. He pours out from it. But the dregs of it, all the wicked of the earth will drain its dregs and drink. 9 But I will declare forever. I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. 10 I will also cut off all the horns of the wicked. But the horns of the righteous will be lifted up.
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