Even the mother deer in the field\par leaves her newborn baby alone.\par She does this because there is no grass.\par
“Naphtali is like a deer running free, and his words like their beautiful babies.”
The Lord’s voice makes the deer {\cf2\super [178]} afraid.\par The Lord destroys the forests.\par But in his palace, {\cf2\super [179]} \par people sing of his glory.\par
But Nimrim Brook is dry like a desert.\par All the plants are dead.\par Nothing is green.\par
The animals \{are hungry and\} groaning. The herds of cattle wander around, confused. They have no grass to eat. The sheep are dying. {\cf2\super [9]}