To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Mizmor or Song of Acaph.
UNTO you, O Elohiym, do we give thanks, unto you do we give thanks: for that your name is near your wondrous works declare.
When I shall receive the assembly I will judge uprightly.
The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Celah.
I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:
Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.
For promotion comes neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.
But Elohiym is the judge: he puts down one, and sets up another.
For in the hand of Yahuah there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he pours out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.
But I will declare forever; I will sing praises to the Elohiym of Ya`aqov.
All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.