Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive faill
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls
yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer's
he makes me tread on my high places.
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