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Psalm 75

Thanksgiving for God’s Wondrous Deeds

To the leader: Do Not Destroy. A Psalm of Asaph. A Song.

We give thanks to you, O God;
    we give thanks; your name is near.
People tell of your wondrous deeds.(A)

At the set time that I appoint,
    I will judge with equity.
When the earth totters, with all its inhabitants,
    it is I who keep its pillars steady. Selah
I say to the boastful, “Do not boast,”
    and to the wicked, “Do not lift up your horn;(B)
do not lift up your horn on high
    or speak with insolent neck.”(C)

For not from the east or from the west
    and not from the wilderness comes lifting up,(D)
but it is God who executes judgment,
    putting down one and lifting up another.(E)
For in the hand of the Lord there is a cup
    with foaming wine, well mixed;
he will pour a draught from it,
    and all the wicked of the earth
    shall drain it down to the dregs.(F)
But I will rejoice[a] forever;
    I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.(G)

10 All the horns of the wicked I will cut off,
    but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.(H)

Footnotes

  1. 75.9 Gk: Heb declare

75 We thank you, God, we thank you—
    your Name is our favorite word;
    your mighty works are all we talk about.

2-4 You say, “I’m calling this meeting to order,
    I’m ready to set things right.
When the earth goes topsy-turvy
    And nobody knows which end is up,
I nail it all down,
    I put everything in place again.
I say to the smart alecks, ‘That’s enough,’
    to the bullies, ‘Not so fast.’”

5-6 Don’t raise your fist against High God.
    Don’t raise your voice against Rock of Ages.
He’s the One from east to west;
    from desert to mountains, he’s the One.

7-8 God rules: he brings this one down to his knees,
    pulls that one up on her feet.
God has a cup in his hand,
    a bowl of wine, full to the brim.
He draws from it and pours;
    it’s drained to the dregs.
Earth’s wicked ones drink it all,
    drink it down to the last bitter drop!

9-10 And I’m telling the story of God Eternal,
    singing the praises of Jacob’s God.
The fists of the wicked
    are bloody stumps,
The arms of the righteous
    are lofty green branches.