Even the doe in the field deserts her young because there is no grass.
“Naphtali is a hind let loose, which brings forth lovely fawns.
The voice of the Lord makes the deer dance and strips the forests bare. All in his Temple say, “Glory!”
The waters of Nimrim have become a waste, The grass is withered, new growth is gone, nothing is green.
How the animals groan! The herds of cattle are bewildered! Because they have no pasture, even the flocks of sheep are starving.