17. For though the fig tree does not blossom,and no fruit appears on the vine,Though the yield of the olive failsand the terraces produce no nourishment,Though the flocks disappear from the foldand there is no herd in the stalls,
18. Yet I will rejoice in the Lordand exult in my saving God.
19. God, my Lord, is my strength;he makes my feet swift as those of deerand enables me to tread upon the heights. For the leader; with stringed instruments.