Psalm LXXV

Accept, O God, the thanks we give,
To thee we [truly] thankful are;
For that thy name to us is near,
Thy wondrous works [do all] declare.

When I th' Assembly do receive,
An upright Judge [to all] I'le be.

The earth and dwellers are dissolv'd,
Her [shaken] Pillars rest on me.

To the unquiet fools I said,
Deal not [stilt thus] so foolshly,
And to malignant wicked men,
Lift not your [threatning] horn on high.

Do not presumptuous horns advance,
Speak not [stiff-neck'd] with haughty mouth;

Promotion doth not come by chance
From East or West, or [from the] South.

But God is judge; he puts down one,
And [he doth] set another up.

In the revenging hand of God
Of [blood-red] wine there is a cup.
It's full of mixture: he pours out
[The same] and makes the wicked all
Wring out the bitter dregs thereof,
[And] they [all] surely drink it shall.

But I for ever will declare,
[With Psalms] I Jacob's God will praise:

The wicked's horns will I cut off,
But just mens heads [and power] will raise.