Psalms 75

1[To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Psalm Song of Asaph.] Unto you, O Elohim, do we give thanks, do we give thanks: for your name is near your wondrous works declare. 2When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly. 3The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah. 4I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn: 5Lift not up your horn on high: speak a stiff neck. 6For promotion neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. 7But Elohim the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another. 8For in the hand of the Yahuah a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring out, drink . 9But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the Elohim of Jacob. 10All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.