"For eventhe doein the fieldhas givenbirthonly to abandon[her young], Becausethere is nograss.
"Naphtaliis a doeletloose,He givesbeautifulwords.
The voiceof the LORDmakes the deerto calveAnd stripsthe forestsbare;And in His templeeverythingsays,"Glory!"
For the watersof Nimrimare desolate.Surelythe grassis withered,the tendergrassdiedout, There is nogreenthing.
Howthe beastsgroan!The herdsof cattlewanderaimlesslyBecausethereis nopasturefor them; Eventhe flocksof sheepsuffer.
