Yea, the hind also in the field calveth, and forsaketh her young, because there is no grass.
Naphtali is a hind let loose: He giveth goodly words.
The voice of the LORD maketh the hinds to calve, And strippeth the forests bare: And in his temple every thing saith, Glory.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.
How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.