Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Habakkuk 3

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For though the fig tree shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

Jehovah the Lord, is my strength, And he maketh my feet like hinds' feet, And will make me to walk upon mine high places.

O LORD, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make it known; In wrath remember mercy.