Through the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail;
and the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off
from the fold,
and there be no herd in the stalls–
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
Habakkuk 3: 17-19