Even the doe abandons her newborn fawn in the field because there is no grass.
Naphtali is a free running doe, he speaks delightful words.
The Lord’s shout bends the large trees and strips the leaves from the forests. Everyone in his temple says, “Majestic!”
For the waters of Nimrim are gone; the grass is dried up, the vegetation has disappeared, and there are no plants.
Listen to the cattle groan! The herds of livestock wander around in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.