ECB(i)
17 Although neither the fig tree blossoms nor produce among the vines; the labor of the olive deceives and the fields work no food; the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls:
18 yet I jump for joy in Yah Veh; I twirl in Elohim of my salvation.
19 Yah Veh Adonay is my valour and he sets my feet as the hinds; and he has me tread on my bamahs. To his eminence, with my strummers.