Psalm 75.
To the chief musician.
Our task.
It.
Uh, som or song of ACF.
And to the, oh God, do we give thanks.
And to the, do we give thanks.
For that they name is near.
They wondrous works.
Declare.
When I shall receive the congregation, I will judge.
Uprightly.
The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved.
I bear up the pillars of it.
Sila.
I said unto the fools deal, not foolishly and to the wicked.
Lift not up the horn.
Lift not up your horn on high speak, not with a stiff neck.
For promotion cometh, neither from the east, nor from the west.
Nor from the south.
But God is the judge.
He put it down one and set up another from the hand of the Lord,
there is a cup and the wine is red.
It is full of mixture and a poor thought the same, but the dregs thereof.
All the wicked of the earth shall ring them out and drink them.
But I will declare forever.
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
All the horns of the wicked also, will I cut off?
But the horns of the righteous.
Shall be exalted.