1To the chief musician, Al-tashcheth, a psalm or song of Asaph.¶ 2We give thanks unto thee, O God, we give thanks, and nigh is thy name: men relate thy wondrous deeds. 3"For I will take up a fixed time when I will judge uprightly. 4The earth and all her inhabitants are melting away: I myself establish firmly her pillars." Selah. 5I said unto the arrogant, Deal not arrogantly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn. 6Lift not up on high your horn, speak not with a stiffly erect neck. 7For neither from the rising of the sun, nor from his setting, nor from the wilderness of mountains cometh this; 8But God is the judge: he lowereth one, and lifteth up another, 9For there is a cup in the hand of the Lord, and the wine foameth, it is full of mixture: and he poureth out of the same; but its lees they drain, they drink—all the wicked of the earth. 10But I will declare for ever, I will sing praises to the God of Jacob. And all the horns of the wicked will I hew off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.