Psalm 75

We praise you, God, we praise you: we would call on your name and declare your wonders.

“At the time I choose, I will judge fairly.

Though earth melt and all her inhabitants, it is I who keep steady her pillars.” Selah

I say to the boasters, “Boast not”; to the wicked, “Lift not up your horn:

lift not your horn on high, speak not boldly against the Rock.”

For not from east nor west, not from desert nor mountains;

but God himself is the judge, humbling one and exalting another.

In the hand of the Lord is a cup foaming wine, richly spiced. Out of this he pours a draught, and all the wicked of earth must drain it down to the dregs.

But I will rejoice forever, singing praise to the God of Jacob.

I will hew all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the just shall be lifted.