⁵ Even the doe in the field
    deserts her newborn fawn
    because there is no grass.^(A)

⁹ The voice of the Lord twists the oaks^[a](A)
    and strips the forests bare.
And in his temple all cry, “Glory!”^(B)

⁶ The waters of Nimrim are dried up^(A)
    and the grass is withered;^(B)
the vegetation is gone^(C)
    and nothing green is left.^(D)

39 “Do you know when the mountain goats^(A) give birth?
    Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn?^(B)
2 Do you count the months till they bear?
    Do you know the time they give birth?^(C)
3 They crouch down and bring forth their young;
    their labor pains are ended.
⁴ Their young thrive and grow strong in the wilds;
    they leave and do not return.