Айзек Розенберг. Еврей

The Jew 

Moses,from whose loins I sprung ,
Lit by a lamp in his blood 
Ten immutable rules, a moon 
For mutable lampless men. 

The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, 
With the same heaving blood, 
Keep tide to the moon of Mozes, 
Then why do they sneer at me?