Even the doe in the field deserts her newborn fawn because there is no grass.
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 the greenery is no more.
“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?