So he sacrifices to his net and burns incense to his seine; because by them his portion is fat and his food rich.

A plague went before Him, and lightning went forth at His feet.

Though the fig tree shall not blossom, and fruit is not on the vines; the labor of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food. The flock is cut off from the fold, and no herd is in the stalls;

Jehovah the Lord is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.