Todavia Me Alegrarei

Even if the land isn't sunny
Even if I don't have a home here
Even if the moon doesn't shine at night
And all the trees bear no fruit.

Still, I will rejoice
In the God of my salvation
Forever I will exult
In the God of my salvation

Even if there's no fruit on the vine
Even if the beautiful fig tree doesn't bloom
Even if the trumpet sounds with a loud blast
And the whole earth is destroyed.