16 I heard, and my inward parts atrembled;
At the sound my lips tingled.
Decay enters my bbones,
And in my place I tremble.
Because I must cwait quietly for the day of distress,
For the dpeople to arise who will invade us.
17 Though the afig tree should not blossom
And there be no produce on the vines,
Though the yield of the bolive should fail
And the fields yield no food,
Though the cflock should be cut off from the fold
And there be dno cattle in the stalls,
18 Yet I will aexult in Yahweh;
I will brejoice in the cGod of my salvation.
19 Yahweh, the Lord, is my astrength,
And bHe has set my feet like hinds’ feet
And makes me tread on my chigh places.
For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.