Though the fig tree should not blossom and there be no fruit on the vines,
Though the yield of the olive should fail and the fields produce no good,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold and there be no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will exult in the LORD, I will rejoice in the god of my salvation. The LORD GOD is my strength, and He has made my feet like hinds’ feet, and makes me walk on my high places.
Come what may, Lord, I chose to trust in You, my God and my provider.