| 1 ¶ To the chief Musician, Altaschith,1 A Psalm or Song of2 Asaph. Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare.
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| 2 When I shall receive3 the congregation I will judge uprightly.
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| 3 The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.
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| 4 I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:
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| 5 Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.
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| 6 ¶ For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.4
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| 7 But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another.
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| 8 For in the hand of the LORD there is 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 them out, and drink them.
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| 9 But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
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| 10 All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.
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