“Naphtali is a doe set free, who bestows beauty on his offspring.
Rachel named him Naphtali, saying, “I have wrestled mightily with my sister, and I won!”
But Zebulun and Naphtali defied death and risked it all on the heights of the battlefield.
Barak summoned the tribes of Zebulun and Naphtali to Kedesh, and ten thousand warriors followed him and Deborah also.
One day she sent for Barak son of Abinoam from the city of Kedesh in Naphtali and said to him, “Yahweh, the God of Israel, commands you: ‘Go, deploy ten thousand men from the tribes of Naphtali and Zebulun, and march to Mount Tabor.
Naphtali and his sons: Jahzeel, Guni, Jezer, and Shillem.
Let her breasts be your satisfaction, and let her embrace intoxicate you at all times. Be continually delighted and ravished with her love!
Promise me, Jerusalem maidens, by the gentle gazelles and delicate deer, that you’ll not disturb my love until she is ready to arise.
Because there is no grass, even the doe in the field forsakes her newborn fawn.