par though te fig kurshi doesn't flourish, nor papurgaat cuyir o'r te vines; te labor be te olive fails, te vhetin yield nayc kai'tome; te flocks are hokaanir off teh te fold, bal ogir is nayc herd o'r te stalls: su ni will rejoice o'r Yahweh. ni will cuyir joyful o'r te God be ner salvation!
For though the fig tree doesn`t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Listen to the Word, it reaches even to galaxies far, far away