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17 Though the fig tree does not blossom,
and there is no yield on the vines,
Though the olive crop fail,
and the fields produce no food,
the flock is cut off from the fold,
and there is no cattle in the stalls.
18 Yet will I triumph in Adonai,
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation![a]
19 Adonai my Lord, is my strength.
He has made my feet like a deer’s,
and will make me walk on my high places.

For the choir director: On my stringed instruments.

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17 Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail,
and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 The Lord God is my strength,
and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet,
and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.

To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.

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