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Though the fig tree does not blossom,
and no fruit is on the vines;
though the produce of the olive fails,
and the fields yield no food;
though the flock is cut off from the fold,
and there is no herd in the stalls,
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yet I will rejoice in the
I will exult in the God of my salvation.
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he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
and makes me tread upon the heights. 1
To the leader: with stringed 2 instruments.