¹To thee, O God, do we give thanks,

we do give thanks to thee;

Because thy wondrous works declare

thy great name near to be.

²I purpose, when I shall receive

the congregation,

That I shall judgment uprightly

render to ev’ry one.

³Dissolved is the land, with all

that in the same do dwell;

But I the pillars thereof do

bear up, and stablish well.

⁴I to the foolish people said,

Do not deal foolishly;

And unto those that wicked are,

Lift not your horn on high.

⁵Lift not your horn on high, nor speak

⁶with stubborn neck. But know,

That not from east, nor west, nor south,

promotion doth flow.

⁷But God is judge; he puts down one,

and sets another up.

⁸For in the hand of God most high

of red wine is a cup:

’Tis full of mixture, he pours forth,

and makes the wicked all

Wring out the bitter dregs thereof;

yea, and they drink them shall.

⁹But I for ever will declare,

I Jacob’s God will praise.

¹⁰All horns of lewd men I’ll cut off;

but just men’s horns will raise.