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Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord.
Hear thou my voice.
Though the fig tree does not blossom,
though no fruit be on the vine,
though the produce of the olive fails
and the fields yield no food,
though the flock be cut off from the fold,
though the herd is not found in the stalls,
yet I'll rejoice in the Lord.
I will exult in the God of my salvation.
God is my strength.
God, the Lord, is my strength.
Swift as the deer He makes my feet,
though I call from out the deep,
He maketh me to tread upon the heights.