17  Though the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

18  ^eyet I will rejoice in the Lord;

^fI will take joy in the God of my salvation.

19  God, the Lord, is my strength;

^ghe makes my feet like the deer’s;

he makes me ^htread on my ⁱhigh places.

^jTo the choirmaster: with ^kstringed¹ instruments.

1  ^uMy God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Why are you so ^vfar from saving me, from the words of my ^wgroaning?

2  O my God, I cry by ^xday, but you do not answer,

and by night, but I find no rest.

3  Yet you are ^yholy,

^zenthroned on ^athe praises¹ of Israel.

4  In you our fathers trusted;

they trusted, and you delivered them.

5  To you they ^bcried and were rescued;

in you they ^ctrusted and were not put to shame.