You say, “I choose the appointed time;

It is I who judge uprightly,

When the earth its quakes,

It is I who holds its pillars firm.

To the arrogant I say, 'Boast no more',

To the wicked, Don't lift up your horns.

Don't lift your horns

'Gainst heav'n, or speak with a stiff neck.’”

So we give thanks to You O God,

Give thanks, for your Name is near.

Give thanks to you, for you are God,

And men tell of your wonderful deeds.

There is no-one from the east or the west

Or from desert place can lift a man,

But our God is judge:

He will bring one down, exalt another.

And in the hand of the Lord is a cup,

Full of foaming wine and spices,

And he pours it out,

And all the wicked drink it down.

Now as for me then I will declare,

Forevermore I will declare

And sing praise to God,

I will sing to the God of Jacob praise.

I will cut off the horns of wicked men,

But the righteous will be lifted up,

And be lifted high.

The righteous will be lifted high.