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 mere human.
You alone are Judge:
you bring one down, you exalt 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.
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