PSALM 75 Unto Thee

Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks
Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks
For that thy name is near
Thy wondrous works, they declare
When I shall receive the congregation
I will judge uprightly
The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved
I bear up the pillars of it
Selah
I said unto the fools, deal not foolishly
And to the wicked, lift not up your horn
Not up your horn
Lift not up your horn on high
Speak not with a stiff neck
For promotion cometh neither from the east
Nor from the west, or from the south
But God is the judge, he putteth down one
And setteth up another
For in the hand of the Lord, there is a cup
And the wine is red
It’s full of mixture
And he poureth out the same
But the dregs thereof
All the wicked of the earth shall wring them out
And so drink them
But I will declare forever
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob
All the horns of the wicked also, will I cut off
But the horns of the righteous
The horns of the righteous shall be exalted