New International Reader's Version

Psalm 75

Psalm 75

For the director of music. A psalm of Asaph. A song to the tune of “Do Not Destroy.”

God, we praise you.
    We praise you because you are near to us.
    People talk about the wonderful things you have done.

You say, “I choose the appointed time to judge people.
    And I judge them fairly.
When the earth and all its people tremble,
    I keep everything from falling to pieces.
To the proud I say, ‘Don’t brag anymore.’
    To sinners I say, ‘Don’t show off your power.
Don’t show it off against me.
    Don’t talk back to me.’ ”

No one from east or west or north or south
    can judge themselves.
God is the one who judges.
    He says to one person, “You are guilty.”
    To another he says, “You are not guilty.”
In the hand of the Lord is a cup.
    It is full of wine mixed with spices.
    It is the wine of his anger.
He pours it out. All the evil people on earth
    drink it down to the very last drop.

I will speak about this forever.
    I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.
10 God says, “I will destroy the power of all sinful people.
    But I will make godly people more powerful.”

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.