| 1 | To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. A Psalm. Of Asaph. A Song. To you, O God, we give praise, to you we give praise: and those who give honour to your name make clear your works of power. |
| 2 | When the right time has come, I will be the judge in righteousness. |
| 3 | When the earth and all its people become feeble, I am the support of its pillars. (Selah.) |
| 4 | I say to the men of pride, Let your pride be gone: and to the sinners, Let not your horn be lifted up. |
| 5 | Let not your horn be lifted up: let no more words of pride come from your outstretched necks. |
| 6 | For honour does not come from the east, or from the west, or uplifting from the south; |
| 7 | But God is the judge, putting down one, and lifting up another. |
| 8 | For in the hand of the Lord is a cup, and the wine is red; it is well mixed, overflowing from his hand: he will make all the sinners of the earth take of it, even to the last drop. |
| 9 | But I will ever be full of joy, making songs of praise to the God of Jacob. |
| 10 | By him will all the horns of the sinners be cut off; but the horns of the upright will be lifted up. |