Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls - 18 Yet I will f rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
1 The LORD God is my strength;
He will make my feet like g deer's feet,
And He will make me h walk on my high hills.
To the Chief Musician. With my stringed instruments.