For even the doe in the field abandons her newborn fawn, because there is no grass.
Naphtali is a doe let loose, who offers words of beauty.
The voice of Adonai makes the deer writhe in birth and strips forests bare, and in His Temple all are saying, “Glory!”
The waters of Nimrim are desolate. The grass is withered away, the new grass withers, there is nothing green.
How the animals groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture. The flocks of sheep also suffer.