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Though the figtree should not blossom And there be nofruit on the vines, Though the yield of the olive should fail And the fieldsproducenofood, Though the flock should be cutoff from the fold And there be nocattle in the stalls,
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The LordGOD is my strength, And He has made my feet like hinds' feet, And makes me walk on my highplaces. For the choirdirector, on my stringedinstruments.