17 For though the fig-tree will not flourish, Neither will fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive will fail, And the fields will yield no food; The flock will be cut off from the fold, And there will be no herd in the stalls:18 Yet I will rejoice in Yahweh, I will joy in the God of my salvation.19 Yahweh, the Lord, is my strength; And he makes my feet like hinds' [feet] And will make me to walk on my high places. For the Chief Musician, on my stringed instruments.