For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A Psalm by Asaph. A song.

75:1 We give thanks to you, God.

We give thanks, for your Name is near.

Men tell about your wondrous works.

75:2 When I choose the appointed time,

I will judge blamelessly.

75:3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake.

I firmly hold its pillars.

Selah.

75:4 I said to the arrogant, "Don't boast!"

I said to the wicked, "Don't lift up the horn.

75:5 Don't lift up your horn on high.

Don't speak with a stiff neck."

75:6 For neither from the east, nor from the west,

nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

75:7 But God is the judge.

He puts down one, and lifts up another.

75:8 For in the hand of Yahweh there is a cup,

full of foaming wine mixed with spices.

He pours it out.

Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

75:9 But I will declare this forever:

I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

75:10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked,

but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.