Psalms 75

1 ♥ 📝 T o the chiefe musition, destroy not; the psalme of Asaph, a song. We do confesse it vnto thee O lord, we do confesse it: for thy wonderous workes do declare thy name to be at hande.

2 ♥ 📝 When I shall take tyme fyt for the purpose: I wyll iudge accordyng vnto ryght.

3 ♥ 📝 The earth wasteth and all the inhabitours therof: I haue vpholded the pyllours of it. Selah.

4 ♥ 📝 I sayd vnto fooles deale not so madly: & to the vngodly set not vp your horne.

5 ♥ 📝 Set not vp your horne an high: and speake not with a stiffe necke.

6 ♥ 📝 Because promotion commeth neither from the east nor from the west: nor yet from the south.

7 ♥ 📝 For God is the iudge: it is he that putteth downe one, and setteth vp another.

8 ♥ 📝 For in the hande of God there is a cup, and the wine is redde: it is full mixt, and he powreth out the same. But the vngodly of the earth do wring out: and drynke the dregges therof.

9 ♥ 📝 As for me I wyll euer set foorth in wordes the Lorde: I wyll sing psalmes to the God of Iacob.

10 ♥ 📝 And I wyll breake all the hornes of the vngodly: but the hornes of the ryghteous shalbe exalted.