Psalm 75 or
Coverdale
Confitebimur tibi

1We give you thanks, O God, we give you thanks, *
calling upon your Name and declaring all your
wonderful deeds.

2"I will appoint a time," says God; *
"I will judge with equity.

3Though the earth and all its inhabitants are quaking, *
I will make its pillars fast.

4I will say to the boasters, 'Boast no more,' *
and to the wicked, 'Do not toss your horns;

5Do not toss your horns so high, *
nor speak with a proud neck.'"

6For judgment is neither from the east nor from the west, *
nor yet from the wilderness or the mountains.

7It is God who judges; *
he puts down one and lifts up another.

8For in the LORD'S hand there is a cup,
full of spiced and foaming wine, which he pours out, *
and all the wicked of the earth shall drink and
drain the dregs.

9But I will rejoice for ever; *
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10He shall break off all the horns of the wicked; *
but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.