Yea, the doe also calved in the field, and forsook it, because there was no grass.
Naphtali is a deer let loose: he gives pleasant words.
The voice of the LORD makes the deer give birth, and makes the forests bare: and in his temple every one speaks of his glory.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass fails, 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.