Amplified Bible

Psalm 75

God Abases the Proud, but Exalts the Righteous.

To the Chief Musician; set to [the tune of] “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A Song.

1We give thanks and praise to You, O God, we give thanks,
For Your [wonderful works declare that Your] [a]name is near;
People declare Your wonders.

“When I select an appointed time,
I will judge with equity,” [says the Lord].

“The earth and all the inhabitants of it melt [in tumultuous times].
It is I who will steady its pillars. Selah.

“I said to the arrogant, ‘Do not boast;’
And to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up the horn [of self-glorification].

‘Do not lift up your [defiant and aggressive] horn on high,
Do not speak with a stiff neck.’”


For not from the east, nor from the west,
Nor from the desert comes exaltation.

But God is the Judge;
He puts down one and lifts up another.

For a cup [of His wrath] is in the hand of the Lord, and the wine foams;
It is well mixed and fully spiced, and He pours out from it;
And all the wicked of the earth must drain it and drink down to its dregs.


But as for me, I will declare it and rejoice forever;
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
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All the horns of the wicked He will cut off,
But the horns of the righteous will be lifted up.

Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 75:1 See note Deut 12:5.

The Message

Psalm 75

An Asaph Psalm

1We thank you, God, we thank you—
    your Name is our favorite word;
    your mighty works are all we talk about.

2-4 You say, “I’m calling this meeting to order,
    I’m ready to set things right.
When the earth goes topsy-turvy
    And nobody knows which end is up,
I nail it all down,
    I put everything in place again.
I say to the smart alecks, ‘That’s enough,’
    to the bullies, ‘Not so fast.’”

5-6 Don’t raise your fist against High God.
    Don’t raise your voice against Rock of Ages.
He’s the One from east to west;
    from desert to mountains, he’s the One.

7-8 God rules: he brings this one down to his knees,
    pulls that one up on her feet.
God has a cup in his hand,
    a bowl of wine, full to the brim.
He draws from it and pours;
    it’s drained to the dregs.
Earth’s wicked ones drink it all,
    drink it down to the last bitter drop!

9-10 And I’m telling the story of God Eternal,
    singing the praises of Jacob’s God.
The fists of the wicked
    are bloody stumps,
The arms of the righteous
    are lofty green branches.