I soar like a bird
Who knows not how to flee,
But knows how to fight and conquer,
With faith in the established victory.
The wicked string the bow,
They put the arrow on the bowstring,
They scheme and strike out of wickedness,
With evil eyes they aim at me.
My enemies may shoot,
But their arrows shall never pierce me,
For my refuge is in the Lord,
Whose holy temple is beyond their reach.
The heavenly skies rain down
Burning coals and sulfur on my enemies,
But upon me rains the Savior's blood,
It drips from my tender wings.
Blessed be the Lord our God!
We salute Him as Jehovah Nissi-*
In Him shall I find strength and courage,
And I shall rest in Him victoriously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem