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Habacuque 3

17 Even though there are no blossoms on the fig trees and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no harvest; even though there are no animals in the pen and no cattle in the stalls;

18 still I will be happy in the Lord, joyful in the God of my salvation.

19 The Lord God is my strength. He makes me able to walk in the highest mountains, as sure-footed as a deer.

(To the music director: with my stringed instruments.)

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