Yea, the hind also calved in the field, and forsook it, because there was no grass.
Naphtali is a hind let loose: he gives beautiful words.
The voice of the LORD makes the hinds to calve, and strips bare the forests: and in his temple does every one speak of his glory.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the green grass has withered away, the grass fails, there is no green thing.
How the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.