Variety: Habakkuk 3v16-19.

¹⁶ I heard, and my body trembled.
    My lips quivered at the voice.
Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place,
    because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,
    for the coming up of the people who invade us.
¹⁷ For though the fig tree doesn’t flourish,
    nor fruit be in the vines;
    the labour of the olive fails,
    the fields yield no food;
    the flocks are cut off from the fold,
    and there is no herd in the stalls:
¹⁸ yet I will rejoice in Yahweh.
    I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
¹⁹ Yahweh, the Lord, is my strength.
    He makes my feet like deer’s feet,
    and enables me to go in high places.