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17 For though the fig tree doesn’t flourish,
    nor fruit be in the vines;
    the labor of the olive fails,
    the fields yield no food;
    the flocks are cut off from the fold,
    and there is no herd in the stalls:
18 yet I will rejoice in Yahweh.
    I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

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