Even the mother deer in the field leaves her newborn baby alone, because there is no grass.
The Lord’s voice frightens the deer. He destroys the forests. In his temple everyone shouts, “Glory to God!”
But Nimrim Brook is as dry as a desert. The grass has dried up, and the plants are all dead. Nothing is green.
“Naphtali is like a deer running free, and his words are beautiful.
The animals are hungry and groaning. The herds of cattle wander around confused because they have no grass to eat. The sheep are dying.