17 Though the fig tree does not flourish, || And there is no produce among vines, || The work of the olive has failed, || And fields have not yielded food, || The flock has been cut off from the fold, || And there is no herd in the stalls, 18 Yet I, in YHWH I exult, || I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
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