17-19 Though the cherry trees don’t blossom
    and the strawberries don’t ripen,
Though the apples are worm-eaten
    and the wheat fields stunted,
Though the sheep pens are sheepless
    and the cattle barns empty,
I’m singing joyful praise to God.
    I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
Counting on God’s Rule to prevail,
    I take heart and gain strength.
I run like a deer.
    I feel like I’m king of the mountain!

(For congregational use, with a full orchestra.)

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17 Though the fig tree does not bud
    and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
    and the fields produce no food,(A)
though there are no sheep in the pen
    and no cattle in the stalls,(B)
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,(C)
    I will be joyful in God my Savior.(D)

19 The Sovereign Lord is my strength;(E)
    he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
    he enables me to tread on the heights.(F)

For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.

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