Yea, the hind also in the field calves, and forsakes [it] because there is no grass.
The voice of LORD makes the hinds to calve, and strips the forests bare. And in his temple everything says, Glory.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away. The tender grass fails. There is no green thing.
Naphtali is a hind let loose. He gives goodly words.
How do the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed because they have no pasture, yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.