To the chief musician, upon Jeduthun, a psalm of David. Only in God my soul trusted in silence: from him cometh my salvation.
For the figtree doth not bud, and no fruit is on the vines; the productiveness of the olive deceiveth, and the fields yield no food; from the fold the flocks are cut off, and there are no herds in the stalls.
Yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will exult in the God of my salvation.
Since thou art precious in my eyes, art honorable, and I indeed do love thee: therefore will I give men in place of thee, and nations instead of thy soul.
And thou gavest me the shield of thy salvation, and thy right hand supported me: and thy meekness hath made me great.
Thou enlargest my steps under me, so that my joints do not slip.