17  ^tThough 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  yet I will ^urejoice in the Lord;

I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

19  God, the Lord, is my strength;

^vhe makes my feet like the deer’s;

he makes me tread on my high places.

To the choirmaster: with stringed¹ instruments.