The Book of Psalms
Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks, for thy name is near; men thy wondrous works declare.
2 When I shall choose an appointed time, I will judge uprightly.
3 The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: it is I who bear up the pillars of it. Selah.
4 I said unto the boasters, Boast not thyself: and to the wicked, Lift not up thy horn:
5 Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with an insolent neck.
6 For exhultation cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the desert.
7 But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and lifteth up another.
8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is foaming; it is well mixed; and he poureth out of the same: and all the wicked of the earth shall drink it down to the dregs thereof.
9 But I will rejoice for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
10 And all the horns of the wicked will he cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.