Exiled

Though the fig tree does not blossom, and no fruit is on the vines; though the produce of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food; though the flock is cut off from the fold and there is no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in Yahweh; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. Yahweh is God of my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer and makes me tread upon the high places.