Psalms Chapter 75
Yo, God, we’re mad grateful for you, your name's always on point and your vibes are fire with all your epic deeds.
[To the chief Musician, Altaschith, A Psalm {or} Song of Asaph.] Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, {unto thee} do we give thanks: for {that} thy name is near thy wondrous works declare. {Altaschith: or, Destroy not} {of: or, for}
When I pull up with the crew, I’m judging straight up, no cap.
When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly. {receive...: or, take a set time}
The earth and all its peeps are shook; I got the foundation on lock. Selah.
The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.
I told the clowns, "Chill with the nonsense," and to the evildoers, "Don’t stunt."
I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:
Don’t lift your horn too high; keep it chill and don’t act all uptight.
Lift not up your horn on high: speak {not with} a stiff neck.
Elevation doesn’t come from the east, west, or south, fam.
For promotion {cometh} neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. {south: Heb. desert}
But God’s the real judge; he brings some down and lifts others up, fr.
But God {is} the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another.
In the Lord’s grip, there’s a cup, packed with that red juice, full of vibes; he pours it out, but the wicked gotta face the dregs and drink it all.
For in the hand of the LORD {there is} a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring {them} out, {and} drink {them}.
But I’m gonna shout praises forever; I’ll sing for the God of Jacob, no doubt.
But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
I’ll chop off the horns of the wicked, but the righteous horns? They’re gonna be seriously boosted.
All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; {but} the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.