My Psalm 75

I give thanks to you, O God,
I give thanks, for your Name is near;
your wonderful deeds surround me.

You choose the appointed time;
you judge uprightly.

When the ground beneath me moves,
you hold the earth's pillars nonetheless.

Shut up the arrogant and their boasts;
tell the wicked, "Put down your weapons!
Abandon your plans!
Be still!"

No one, no matter how powerful,
can exalt a man.

You alone are Judge:
you bring one down, you exals another.

A cup is in your hand.
It overflows with spiked wine.
You pour it out,
and all the wicked of the earth
lap it up.

As for me, I will declare this forever;
I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.

I will resist the wicked,
and let you take care of the results.