You are not your hair, you are not your skin. You are the soul that lives within
"17// Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
18// Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19// The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills."