We Give Thanks, for Your Name is Near 1Unto the end, corrupt not, a psalm of a canticle for Asaph. We will praise thee, O God: we will praise, and we will call upon thy name. We will relate thy wondrous works: 2when I shall take a time, I will judge justices. 3The earth is melted, and all that dwell therein: I have established the pillars thereof. 4I said to the wicked: Do not act wickedly: and to the sinners: Lift not up the horn. 5Lift not up your horn on high: speak not iniquity against God. 6For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the desert hills: 7for God is the judge. One he putteth down, and another he lifteth up: 8for in the hand of the Lord there is a cup of strong wine full of mixture. And he hath poured it out from this to that: but the dregs thereof are not emptied: all the sinners of the earth shall drink. 9But I will declare for ever: I will sing to the God of Jacob. 10And I will break all the horns of sinners: but the horns of the just shall be exalted. |