Even the doe in the field forsakes her newborn fawn because there is no grass.
The voice of the LORD makes the deer give birth[3] and strips the forests bare, and in his temple all cry, "Glory!"
the waters of Nimrim are a desolation; the grass is withered, the vegetation fails, the greenery is no more.
"Naphtali is a doe let loose that bears beautiful fawns.[4]
How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed because there is no pasture for them; even the flocks of sheep suffer.[5]