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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,
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1yet I will rejoice in the LORD; 2I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
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GOD, the Lord, is my strength; 3he makes my feet like the deer's; he makes me 4tread on my 5high places.6To the choirmaster: with 7stringed instruments.