THOUGH THE FIG TREE

Though the fig tree does not blossom

And there be no fruit on the vines,

The produce of the olive fails

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, (2)

I will joy in the God of my salvation,

God the Lord is my strength.

Though the way be long and dreary

And there be no sight of the end,

My energy seems spent in vain

And my strength almost fails,

Even though dark shadows blur my view

And I struggle hard to proceed...