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17 For though the fig tree does not blossom,
    and no fruit appears on the vine,
Though the yield of the olive fails
    and the terraces produce no nourishment,
Though the flocks disappear from the fold
    and there is no herd in the stalls,
18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
    and exult in my saving God.
19 God, my Lord, is my strength;
    he makes my feet swift as those of deer
    and enables me to tread upon the heights.[a](A)

For the leader; with stringed instruments.

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Footnotes

  1. 3:19 The heights: this term can also mean “backs” and may be an image of conquest over the poet’s foes.