Psalm 75

THee Lord, wee praise & magnifie;
To thee wee thanckfull are:
For, that thy Name approcheth nigh,
Thy wondrous works declare.
When I the people have assum'd,
I, Iustice will maintaine:
For, when Earth's dwellers are consum'd
Her pillers I sustaine, (Selah)

To Fooles, I said, more prudent growe;
To Sinners, thus I spake,
Your horne (your horne) advance not soe,
Nor, such proud boasting make.
Nor East, nor west, advancements come,
Nor from the Mountaines flowe;
But, God him self preferreth some,
And, some doth overthrowe.

From his full Cupp, within his hand,
He mixt redd-wine doth poure;
Which ev'rie Sinner in the land,
Shall dreggs & all devoure.
But, I of Iacob's God will speak,
And alway sing his praise:
The hornes of Sinners I will break;
And, high, the Righteous raise.