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.
