Cântăre Though the fig tree

Though the fig tree does not blossom,

And there be no fruit on the vine,

The produce of the olive fail

And the fields yield no food,

Though the flock be cut off from the fold,

And there be no herd in the stalls,

Yet will I rejoice in the Lord.

Yet will I rejoice in the Lord.

I will joy in the God of my Salvation.

God the Lord is my strength.