2 The sun at its rising shines at its fullest,a wonderful instrument, the work of the Most High!
3 At noon it scorches the earth,and who can bear its fiery heat?
4 Like a blazing furnace of solid metal,the sun’s rays set the mountains aflame;Its fiery tongue consumes the world;the eyes are burned by its fire.
5 Great indeed is the Lord who made it,at whose orders it urges on its steeds.
6 It is the moon that marks the changing seasons,governing the times, their lasting sign.
7 By it we know the sacred seasons and pilgrimage feasts,a light which wanes in its course:
8 The new moon like its name renews itself;how wondrous it is when it changes:A military signal for the waterskins on high,it paves the firmament with its brilliance,