Yea, the hind also calved in the field, and forsook it, because there was no grass.
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.
Naphtali is a hind let loose: He giveth goodly words.
How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.