Naphtali is a deer let loose. He gives goodly words.

“Look,” the attendant said, “there’s a man of God in this city who is highly respected; everything he says is sure to come true. Let’s go there now. Maybe he’ll tell us which way we should go.”

A loving doe and a graceful deer -- let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.

The word about Tyre. Let a cry of sorrow go up, O ships of Tarshish, because your strong place is made waste; on the way back from the land of Kittim the news is given to them.

and He said to the tree, "Let no one ever again eat fruit from thee!" And His disciples heard this.