Even the doe in the field forsakes her newborn fawn because there is no grass.
The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth and strips the forests bare, and in his temple all cry, “Glory!”
the waters of Nimrim are a desolation; the grass is withered, the vegetation fails, the greenery is no more.
“Naphtali is a doe let loose that bears beautiful fawns.
How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed because there is no pasture for them; even the flocks of sheep suffer.