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[1]<To the chiefe musition, destroy not; the psalme of Asaph, a song.> We do confesse it vnto thee O lord, we do confesse it: for thy wonderous workes do declare thy name to be at hande
[2]When I shall take tyme fyt for the purpose: I wyll iudge accordyng vnto ryght
[3]The earth wasteth and all the inhabitours therof: I haue vpholded the pyllours of it. Selah
[4]I sayd vnto fooles deale not so madly: & to the vngodly set not vp your horne
[5]Set not vp your horne an high: [and] speake [not] with a stiffe necke
[6]Because promotion commeth neither from the east nor from the west: nor yet from the south
[7]For God is the iudge: it is he that putteth downe one, and setteth vp another
[8]For in the hande of God there is a cup, and the wine is redde: it is full mixt, and he powreth out the same. (75:9) But the vngodly of the earth do wring out: and drynke the dregges therof
[9](75:10) As for me I wyll euer set foorth in wordes [the Lorde]: I wyll sing psalmes to the God of Iacob
[10](75:11) And I wyll breake all the hornes of the vngodly: but the hornes of the ryghteous shalbe exalted
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