Though the fig tree does not blossom’
And there be no fruit on the vines,
The produce of the olive falls,
And the field yield no fruit,
The flock be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I’ll joy in the God of my salvation,
God the Lord is my strength.