Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place,No evil shall befall you, Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
Though the fig tree may not blossom, Nor fruit be on the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, And the fields yield no food; Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, And there be no herd in the stalls—Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.