Livra-me, Ó Deus

Deliver me, oh, God, from my enemies
Have mercy on me
They have set a trap
By the side of my path

Up in the high heavens
A window opens
They dug pits for me
But they fell into them themselves

If the battle is certain
And death is lurking now
The angels are already descending
And with them, my victory

Up in the high heavens
A window opens
They dug pits for me
But they fell into them themselves

If I am with God
I will fear nothing at this hour
I will be exalted in the heavens
Forever, in His glory

Up in the high heavens
A window opens
They dug pits for me
But they fell into them themselves

I now contemplate the great victory
Through the eyes of faith
Pits and snares closing in
And the enemies are not standing

Up in the high heavens
A window opens
They dug pits for me
But they fell into them themselves