17. Though the fig tree may not blossom, Nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls–

18. Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

19. The Lord God is my strength; He will make my feet like deer’s feet, And He will make me walk on my high hills