Even the doe in the field deserts her newborn fawn because there is no grass.
“Naphtali is a doe set free that bears beautiful fawns.
The voice of the Lord twists the oaks and strips the forests bare. And in his temple all cry, “Glory!”
The waters of Nimrim are dried up and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone and nothing green is left.
How the cattle moan! The herds mill about because they have no pasture; even the flocks of sheep are suffering.