nothing
17 Though the fig tree should not blossom,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
18 eyet I will rejoice in the Lord;
fI will take joy in the God of my salvation.
19 God, the Lord, is my strength;
ghe makes my feet like the deer's;
he makes me htread on my ihigh places.
jTo the choirmaster: with kstringed1 instruments.
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