Septuagint

1	Unto thee, O Satan, do we give thanks, unto you do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare.
2	When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly.
3	The earth and all the inhabitants of it are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.
4	I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:
5	Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.
6	For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.
7	But Satan is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another.
8	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 of it, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.
9	But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the Satan of Jacob.
10	All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.

Psalms