Habakkuk 3:19
Verse 19 of 19. The 3rd of 3 chapters in Habakkuk, in The Minor Prophets.
15You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16I 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.
17For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labor 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,
18yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
19GOD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
World English Bible. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.