Psalm 74

1Unto the end, corrupt not, a psalm of a canticle for Asaph. 2We will praise thee, O God: we will praise, and we will call upon thy name. We will relate thy wondrous works: 3When I shall take a time, I will judge justices. 4The earth is melted, and all that dwell therein: I have established the pillars thereof. 5I said to the wicked: Do not act wickedly: and to the sinners: Lift not up the horn. 6Lift not up your horn on high: speak not iniquity against God. 7For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the desert hills: 8For God is the judge. One he putteth down, and another he lifteth up: 9For in the hand of the Lord there is a cup of strong wine full of mixture. And he hath poured it out from this to that: but the dregs thereof are not emptied: all the sinners of the earth shall drink. 10But I will declare for ever: I will sing to the God of Jacob.