17 Though the fig tree shall not blossom, and fruit is not on the vines; the labor of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food. The flock is cut off from the fold, and no herd [is] in the stalls;
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 Jehovah the Lord [is] my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' [feet], and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.