3
The moon shines in the summer night;
now I begin to understand the Hebrews
who could forget the Lord, throw kisses at the moon,
until the archers came against Israel
and bronze chariots from the north
rolled into the cities of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem.
What then must happen, you Jeremiahs,
to me who look at moon and stars and trees?

4
Shameless moon, naked upon the cloudless sky,
showing your rosy and silver bosom
to all the city,

King Davids, we meditate business, and you
must now be bathing on a housetop in the pool of evening,
Bathsheba.