Confitebimur tibi.

Unto thee, O God, do | we give thanks;

* yea, unto | thee do we give thanks.

2 Thy Name also | is so nigh;

* and that do thy | wondrous works declare.

3 In the appointed | time, saith God,

* I shall judge ac- | -cording unto right.

4 The earth is weak, and all the inhabit- | -ers thereof:

* I bear | up the pillars of it.

5 I said unto the fools, Deal | not so madly;

* and to the ungodly, | Set not up your horn.

6 Set not up your | horn on high,

* and speak not | with a stiff neck.

7 For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor | from the west,

* nor | yet from the south.

8 And why? | God •is the• Judge;

* he putteth down one, and | setteth up another.

9 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the | wine is red;

* it is full mixt, and he poureth | out of the same.

10 As for the | dregs thereof,

* all the ungodly of the earth shall | drink •them, and• suck them out.

11 But I will talk of the | God of Jacob,

* and | praise him for ever.

12 All the horns of the ungodly also | will I break,

* and the horns of the | righteous• shall be exalted.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.