¹⁶ I heard and my heart pounded,
    my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
    and my legs trembled.^(A)
Yet I will wait patiently^(B) for the day of calamity
    to come on the nation invading us.
¹⁷ Though the fig tree does not bud
    and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
    and the fields produce no food,^(C)
though there are no sheep in the pen
    and no cattle in the stalls,^(D)
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,^(E)
    I will be joyful in God my Savior.^(F)

¹⁹ The Sovereign Lord is my strength;^(G)
    he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
    he enables me to tread on the heights.^(H)

For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.