Psalm 75: Confitebimur tibi

We give you thanks, O God, we give you thanks, *

calling upon your Name and declaring all your wonderful deeds.

"I will appoint a time," says God; *

"I will judge with equity.

Though the earth and all its inhabitants are quaking, *

I will make its pillars fast.

I will say to the boasters, 'Boast no more,' *

and to the wicked, 'Do not toss your horns;

Do not toss your horns so high, *

nor speak with a proud neck.'"

For judgment is neither from the east nor from the west, *

nor yet from the wilderness or the mountains.

It is God who judges; *

he puts down one and lifts up another.

For in the LORD'S hand there is a cup,

full of spiced and foaming wine, which he pours out, *

and all the wicked of the earth shall drink and drain the dregs.

But I will rejoice for ever; *

I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

He shall break off all the horns of the wicked; *

but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.