Though...
Though the fig tree does not bud
amd there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls
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and
Though the future seemed dim
and there is no comfort to pain,
though all studies seem meaningless
and my piano produces no melody,
though there are no scores in the folder
and no purpose in all the years of music,
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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 go on the heights.
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