The Horns of the Righteous Lyrics

We praise you, God, for your name is near
People tell of your wonderful deeds
When the earth and all its people quake
You hold its pillars firm

It is God who judges
He brings one down, he exalts another

You choose the appointed time, it is you who judge with equity
To the arrogant you say, ‘Boast no more'
In the hand of the Lord is a cup full of foaming wine
He pours it out, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down

It is God who judges
He brings one down, he exalts another
He says, "I'll cut off the horns of the wicked
But the horns of the righteous will be lifted up"