1 We praise you, God, we praise you: we would call on your name and declare your wonders.10 I will hew all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the just shall be lifted.2 ‘At the time I choose, I will judge fairly.3 Though earth melt and all her inhabitants, it is I who keep steady her pillars.’ Selah4 I say to the boasters, ‘Boast not’; to the wicked, ‘Lift not up your horn:5 lift not your horn on high, speak not boldly against the Rock.’6 For not from east nor west, not from desert nor mountains;7 but God himself is the judge, humbling one and exalting another.8 In the hand of the Lord is a cup foaming wine, richly spiced. Out of this he pours a draught, and all the wicked of earth must drain it down to the dregs.9 But I will rejoice forever, singing praise to the God of Jacob.