17 For though the fig tree doesn't flourish,nor fruit be in the vines;the labor of the olive fails,the fields yield no food;the flocks are cut off from the fold,and there is no herd in the stalls:18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord.I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
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