Psalms 75

1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm by Asaph. A song. We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.

Fún adarí orin. Tí ohùn, “Má ṣe parun.” Saamu ti Asafu. Orin. A fi ìyìn fún ọ, Ọlọ́run, a yìn ọ́, nítorí orúkọ rẹ súnmọ́ tòsí; àwọn ènìyàn ń sọ ti ìyanu rẹ.

2 When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.

Ìwọ wí pé, “Mo yan àkókò ìyàsọ́tọ̀; Èmi ni ẹni tí ń ṣe ìdájọ́ òdodo.

3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. (Selah)

Nígbà tí ayé àti àwọn ènìyàn ibẹ̀ wárìrì, Èmi ni mo di òpó rẹ̀ mú ṣinṣin.

4 I said to the arrogant, “Don’t boast!” I said to the wicked, “Don’t lift up the horn.

Èmí wí fún àwọn agbéraga pé, ẹ má ṣe gbéraga mọ́; àti sí ènìyàn búburú; ẹ má ṣe gbé ìwo yín sókè.

5 Don’t lift up your horn on high. Don’t speak with a stiff neck.”

Ẹ má ṣe gbe ìwo yín sókè sí ọ̀run; ẹ má ṣe sọ̀rọ̀ pẹ̀lú ọrùn líle.”

6 For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

Nítorí ìgbéga kò ti ìlà-oòrùn wá tàbí ní ìwọ̀-oòrùn, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kì í ṣe láti gúúsù wá.

7 But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.

Ṣùgbọ́n Ọlọ́run ni olùdájọ́; Ó ń rẹ ẹnìkan sílẹ̀, ó sì ń gbé ẹlòmíràn ga.

8 For in the LORD’s hand there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

Ní ọwọ́ Olúwa ni ago kan wà, ọtí wáìnì náà sì pọ́n, ó kún fún àdàlú, ó fún ọtí àdàlú tí a pò mọ́ òórùn dídùn tí ó tú jáde, àwọn ènìyàn búburú ayé gbogbo mú u pátápátá.

9 But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

Ṣùgbọ́n èmi, ó máa ròyìn rẹ títí láé; èmi ó kọrin ìyìn sí Ọlọ́run Jakọbu.

10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.

Èmi ó gé ìwo gbogbo ènìyàn búburú, ṣùgbọ́n ìwo àwọn olódodo ni a ó gbéga.