Habakkuk 3:16-19

The prophet responds

16 I hear and my insides tremble. My lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters my bones. I tremble while I stand, while I wait for the day of distress to come against the people who attack us.
17 Though the fig tree doesn't bloom, and there's no produce on the vine; though the olive crop withers, and the fields don't provide food; though the sheep is cut off from the pen, and there is no cattle in the stalls;
18 I will rejoice in the LORD. I will rejoice in the God of my deliverance.
19 The LORD God is my strength. He will set my feet like the deer. He will let me walk upon the heights.