Even the female deer in the fields desert their newborn fawns. There isn’t any grass to eat.
“Naphtali is a female deer set free and gives birth to beautiful fawns.
The voice of the Lord twists the oak trees. It strips the forests bare. And in his temple everyone cries out, “Glory!”
The waters at Nimrim are dried up. And so is the grass. The plants have died. Nothing green is left.
Listen to the cattle groan! The herds wander around. They don’t have any grass to eat. The flocks of sheep are also suffering.