14 You pierce the leader of his gang with his own arrows.His soldiers come like a violent storm to scatter me.They are arrogant like those who secretly eat up the poor.
15 You march with your horses into the sea,into the mighty raging waters.
16 I have heard, so there’s trembling within me.At the report my lips quivered.A rotten feeling has entered me.I tremble where I stand.I wait for the day of troubleto come to the people who will attack us.
17 Even if the fig tree does not bloomand the vines have no grapes,even if the olive tree fails to produceand the fields yield no food,even if the sheep pen is emptyand the stalls have no cattle—
18 even then,I will be happy with the Lord.I will truly find joy in God, who saves me.
19 The Lord Almighty is my strength.He makes my feet like those of a deer.He makes me walk on the mountains.For the choir director; on stringed instruments.