Indeed, the hind also calved in the field and abandoned her young because there was no grass.
The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth, and strips the forests bare; and in His temple everyone says, “Glory!”
for the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; surely the grass is withered away; the grass fails, there is no green thing.
Naphtali is a doe set loose; he gives beautiful words.
How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are confused, because they have no pasture; even the flocks of sheep suffer.