Yea, the hind also calved in the field, and forsook it, because there was no grass.
Naph´tali is a hind let loose: he giveth goodly words.
The voice of the Lord maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests: and in his temple doth every one speak of his glory.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing.
How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.