| 1 | Unto the end, corrupt not, a psalm of a canticle for Asaph. |
| 2 | We will praise thee, O God: we will praise, and we will call upon thy name. We will relate thy wondrous works: |
| 3 | When I shall take a time, I will judge justices. |
| 4 | The earth is melted, and all that dwell therein: I have established the pillars thereof. |
| 5 | I said to the wicked: Do not act wickedly: and to the sinners: Lift not up the horn. |
| 6 | Lift not up your horn on high: speak not iniquity against God. |
| 7 | For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the desert hills: |
| 8 | For God is the judge. One he putteth down, and another he lifteth up: |
| 9 | For 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. |
| 10 | But I will declare for ever: I will sing to the God of Jacob. |
| 11 | And I will break all the horns of sinners: but the horns of the just shall be exalted. |
