The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
(To the choir-master. Melody: Do not destroy. A psalm. Of Asaph. A song.)
We praise thee, O God, and, praising thee, call upon thy name, tell the story of thy wondrous deeds.
When the time is ripe, I will judge strictly;
earth rocks to its fall, and all that dwell on it; I alone support its fabric.✻
Rebel no more, I cry to the rebels, Abate your pride, to the transgressors;
would they match themselves against the most High, hurl defiance at God?
Look east, look west, it will avail you nothing; no help comes from the desert, or the high hills;
it is God who rules all, humbling one man and exalting another.
In the Lord’s hand foams a full cup of spiced wine; he holds it to men’s lips, that must empty it to the dregs, sinners everywhere must drink them.
Evermore will I triumph, singing praises to the God of Jacob;
mine to crush the pride of every sinner, and raise high the courage of the just.
The Holy Bible