14 You pierced with his own arrowsthe leaders of his villages.They came like a whirlwind to scatter me;their rejoicing was like devouring the poor in secret.
15 You trampled the sea with Your horses,through the wakes of great waters.
16 I heard, and my body trembled;my lips quivered at the sound;rottenness entered my bones;my legs tremble beneath me.Yet I will wait quietly for the daywhen calamity comes on the people invading us.
17 Though the fig tree does not blossom,nor fruit be on the vines;though the yield of the olive fails,and the fields produce no food;though the flocks are cut off from the fold,and there be no herd in the stalls—
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord;I will exult in the God of my salvation.
19 The Lord God is my strength;He will make my feet like hinds’ feet,and He will make me walk on my high places. To the Music Director: with my stringed instruments.