Psalms 75
Song
1 We give thanks to you, God, we give thanks as we invoke your name, as we recount your marvels.
2 ‘At the moment I decide I will dispense strict justice;
3 the earth shall quake and all its inhabitants, it is I who poised its columns.
4 ‘I said to the boastful: Enough of boasting! and to the wicked: How dare you raise your horn,
5 how dare you raise your horn like that, how dare you speak so boldly!’
6 Not from the east, nor from the west, not from the desert, nor from the mountains,
7 but from God the judgement comes, lowering one, raising another.
8 Yahweh is holding a cup of frothing wine, heavily drugged; he pours it out, they drain it to the dregs, all drink of it, the wicked of the earth.
9 But I will never stop proclaiming the God of Jacob or playing in his honour; I will cut off the horns of all the wicked and raise the horns of the virtuous.
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