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Psalm 75

New Living Translation NLT

1 We thank you, O God! We give thanks because you are near. People everywhere tell of your wonderful deeds.

2 God says, “At the time I have planned, I will bring justice against the wicked.

3 When the earth quakes and its people live in turmoil, I am the one who keeps its foundations firm. Interlude

4 “I warned the proud, ‘Stop your boasting!’ I told the wicked, ‘Don’t raise your fists!

5 Don’t raise your fists in defiance at the heavens or speak with such arrogance.’”

6 For no one on earth—from east or west, or even from the wilderness— should raise a defiant fist.

7 It is God alone who judges; he decides who will rise and who will fall.

8 For the LORD holds a cup in his hand that is full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours out the wine in judgment, and all the wicked must drink it, draining it to the dregs.

9 But as for me, I will always proclaim what God has done; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10 For God says, “I will break the strength of the wicked, but I will increase the power of the godly.”

The Message Bible MSG

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

2 You say, "I'm calling this meeting to order, I'm ready to set things right.

3 When the earth goes topsy-turvy And nobody knows which end is up, I nail it all down, I put everything in place again.

4 I say to the smart alecks, 'That's enough,' to the bullies, 'Not so fast.'"

5 Don't raise your fist against High God. Don't raise your voice against Rock of Ages.

6 He's the One from east to west; from desert to mountains, he's the One.

7 God rules: he brings this one down to his knees, pulls that one up on her feet.

8 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 And I'm telling the story of God Eternal, singing the praises of Jacob's God.

10 The fists of the wicked are bloody stumps, The arms of the righteous are lofty green branches.