Psalms 75

1 `To the ouercomere; leese thou not the salm of the song of Asaph. God, we schulen knouleche to thee, `we schulen knouleche; and we schulen inwardli clepe thi name.

For the choirmaster: To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A song. We give thanks to You, O God; we give thanks, for Your Name is near. The people declare Your wondrous works.

2 We schulen telle thi merueilis; whanne Y schal take tyme, Y schal deme riytfulnesses.

“When I choose a time, I will judge fairly.

3 The erthe is meltid, and alle that duellen ther ynne; Y confermede the pileris therof.

When the earth and all its dwellers quake, it is I who bear up its pillars.

4 I seide to wickid men, Nyle ye do wickidli; and to trespassouris, Nyle ye enhaunce the horn.

I say to the proud, ‘Do not boast,’ and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn.

5 Nyle ye reise an hiy youre horn; nyle ye speke wickidnesse ayens God.

Do not lift up your horn against heaven or speak with an outstretched neck.’”

6 For nether fro the eest, nethir fro the west, nethir fro desert hillis; for God is the iuge.

For exaltation comes neither from east nor west, nor out of the desert,

7 He mekith this man, and enhaunsith hym; for a cuppe of cleene wyn ful of meddling is in the hoond of the Lord.

but it is God who judges; He brings down one and exalts another.

8 And he bowide of this in to that; netheles the drast therof is not anyntischid; alle synneris of erthe schulen drinke therof.

For a cup is in the hand of the LORD, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours from His cup, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to the dregs.

9 Forsothe Y schal telle in to the world; Y schal synge to God of Jacob.

But I will proclaim Him forever; I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.

10 And Y schal breke alle the hornes of synneris; and the hornes of the iust man schulen be enhaunsid.

“All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.”