her face reflecting God's eternal light.
Yes, Israel is like the moon, the moon
who waxes and wanes,
grows old, and then renews herself,
yet never leaves the skies.
Faithfully, she spreads her pale and ghostly light
on every room and tree and blade of grass
Until the whole world turns silver,
transformed from darkness to shimmering beauty.
Yes, Israel, be like the moon,
renew your faith each generation.
Even when the earth casts its shadow of darkness,
faithfully reflect the light of God;
Pour over the whole world
the moonlight beauty of holiness.