Indeed, the hind also calved in the field and abandoned her young because there was no grass.
Naphtali is a doe set loose; he gives beautiful words.
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.
How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are confused, because they have no pasture; even the flocks of sheep suffer.