To the chief musician, Al-taschith, a psalm or song of Asaph
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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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When I shall receive the congregation, I will judge uprightly.
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The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved; I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.
4
I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly; and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn;
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Lift not up your horn on high; speak not with a stiff neck.
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For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.
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But God is the judge; he putteth down one and setteth up another.
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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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But I will declare forever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
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All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.