7 But God [is] judge, This He maketh low--and this He lifteth up.
8 For a cup [is] in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,
9 And I--I declare [it] to the age, I sing praise to the God of Jacob.
10 And all horns of the wicked I cut off, Exalted are the horns of the righteous!