Psalm 75. Confitebimur tibi.
UNTO thee, O God, do we give thanks; * yea, unto thee do we give
2 Thy Name also is so nigh; * and that do thy wondrous works
3 In the appointed time, saith God, * I shall judge according
4 The earth is weak, and all the inhabiters thereof: * I bear
up the pillars of it.
5 I said unto the fools, Deal not so madly; * and to the ungodly,
Set not up your horn.
6 Set not up your horn on high, * and speak not with a stiff
7 For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west,
* nor yet from the south.
8 And why? God is the Judge; * he putteth down one, and setteth
9 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is
red; * it is full mixt, and he poureth out of the same.
10 As for the dregs thereof, * all the ungodly of the earth shall
drink them, and suck them out.
11 But I will talk of the God of Jacob, * and praise him for
12 All the horns of the ungodly also will I break, * and the
horns of the righteous shall be exalted