We Give Thanks, for Your Name is Near

1{To the chief Musician. 'Destroy not.' A Psalm of Asaph: a Song.} Unto thee we give thanks, O God, we give thanks; and thy name is near: thy marvellous works declare it.

2When I shall receive the assembly, I will judge with equity.

3The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I have established its pillars. Selah.

4I said unto the boastful, Boast not; and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:

5Lift not up your horn on high; speak not arrogantly with a [stiff] neck.

6For not from the east nor from the west, nor yet from the south doth exaltation [come]:

7For God is the judge; he putteth down one and exalteth another.

8For in the hand of Jehovah there is a cup, and it foameth with wine, it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same; yea, the dregs thereof shall all the wicked of the earth drain off, [and] drink.

9But as for me, I will declare for ever; I will sing psalms to the God of Jacob.

10And all the horns of the wicked will I cut off; [but] the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.