^1aTo the choirmaster, Al-tashcheth.↑

A Psalm of Asaph. A Song.

^1bWe give thanks to you, O God;

We give thanks that your name is near.

People relate your wondrous deeds.

²“For I will receive the assembly;

I myself will judge the upright.

³The earth and all its inhabitants are dissolving away;

I am the one who fixed its pillars in place.

Selah.

⁴I have said to the boasters,

‘Do not boast’,

And to the wicked,

‘Do not raise up your horn.

⁵Do not raise your horn high up,

Nor speak with a stiff neck.’ ”

⁶For exaltation does not come from the east or from the west,

Nor from the south,

⁷For God is the judge.

One he brings low;

Another he elevates.

⁸For in the hand of the Lord is a cup

With a fermented wine

– A full mixture.

On one side he pours it out,

But all the wicked of the earth

Will drain and drink its sediment.

⁹And I will relate it age-abidingly;

I will make psalm melody

To the God of Jacob.

¹⁰And I will break off all the horns of the wicked.

But the horns of the righteous man will be exalted.