Though the fig tree does not blossom

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