17 Though the fig tree does not bud

and there is no fruit on the vines,

though the olive crop fails

and the fields produce no food,

though the flocks disappear from the pen

and there are no herds in the stalls,

18 yet I will celebrate in the Lord;

I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!v

19 The Lord my Lord is my strength;w

he makes my feet like those of a deerx

and enables me to walk on mountain heights!y

For the choir director: onI stringed instruments.