PSALMS

The Seventy-Fifth Psalm

Confitebimur tibi.

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UNTO thee, O God, do we give thanks; * yea, unto thee do we give thanks.
 
Thy Name also is so nigh; * and that do thy wondrous works declare.
 
In the appointed time, saith God, * I shall judge according unto right.
 
The earth is weak, and all the inhabiters thereof: * I bear up the pillars of it.
 
I said unto the fools, Deal not so madly; * and to the ungodly, Set not up your horn.
 
Set not up your horn on high, * and speak not with a stiff neck.
 
For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, * nor yet from the south.
 
And why? God is the Judge; * he putteth down one, and setteth up another.
 
For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; * it is full mixt, and he poureth out of the same.
 
As for the dregs thereof, * all the ungodly of the earth shall drink them, and suck them out.
 
But I will talk of the God of Jacob, * and praise him for ever.
 
All the horns of the ungodly also will I break, * and the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.