Habacuque 3

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 the LORD.

I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

19 The LORD, the Lord, is my strength.

He makes my feet like deer’s feet,

and enables me to go in high places.

For the music director, on my stringed instruments.