For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A Psalm by Asaph. A song.

1 We give thanks to you, God.
We give thanks, for your Name is near.
Men tell about your wondrous works.

2 When I choose the appointed time,
I will judge blamelessly. 3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake.
I firmly hold its pillars. Selah. 4 I said to the arrogant, "Don't boast!"
I said to the wicked, "Don't lift up the horn. 5 Don't lift up your horn on high.
Don't speak with a stiff neck." 6 For neither from the east, nor from the west,
nor yet from the south, comes exaltation. 7 But God is the judge.
He puts down one, and lifts up another. 8 For in the hand of Yahweh there is a cup,
full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out.
Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

9 But I will declare this forever:
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. 10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked,
but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.