17 Though the fig tree shall not blossom, and fruit is not on the vines; the work 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 exult in Jehovah; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
19 Jehovah God is my strength, and He makes my feet like does feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer, on Neginoth.