Ainda que a Figueira

Even though the fig tree does not blossom
And the fruit of the field does not appear
Even though the vine does not yield its fruit
And the fields produce no food
Even though there are no sheep in the pen
And no cattle in the stalls
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
I will be joyful in God my Savior
The Sovereign Lord is my strength
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer
He enables me to tread on the heights

I will not fear, he is my strength
(He is my strength)
I will walk and live in his presence

Rejoice, children of Zion
Be glad in the Lord your God
For he will send you abundant rain
And your fields will be renewed
Your threshing floors will be full of grain
Your vats will overflow with new wine
You will eat, you will be satisfied
And you will praise the name of your God