Psalm Seventy Five

We praise you, God,
We praise you, for your Name is near;
People tell of your wonderful deeds.
You say, “I choose the appointed time;
It is I who judge with equity.
When the earth and all its people quake,
It is I who hold its pillars firm.
To the arrogant I say, ‘Boast no more,’
And to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horns.
Do not lift your horns against heaven;
Do not speak so defiantly.’”
No one from the east or the west
Or from the desert can exalt themselves.
It is God who judges:
He brings one down, he exalts another.
In the hand of the Lord is a cup
Full of foaming wine mixed with spices;
He pours it out, and all the wicked of the earth
Drink it down to its very dregs.
As for me, I will declare this forever;
I will sing praise to the God of Jacob,
Who says, “I will cut off the horns of all the wicked,
But the horns of the righteous will be lifted up.”