⁵ For even the hind in the field hath brought forth -- to forsake `it!' For there hath been no grass.

⁹ The voice of Jehovah paineth the oaks, And maketh bare the forests, And in His temple every one saith, `Glory.'

¹ Hast thou known the time of The bearing of the wild goats of the rock? The bringing forth of hinds thou dost mark!

² Thou dost number the months they fulfil? And thou hast known the time of their bringing forth!

³ They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.

⁴ Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

⁶ For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.