Looking for a couple of words missing from a Pablo Neruda poem. Can anyone help?

Let us sit down to east,
With all those who have eaten,
Let us spread a great tablecloth
put salt in the lakes of the world,
Set up planetary bakeries,
Table _______________(?) strawberries,
in the snow,
And a plate like the moon itself
from which we all eat
For now aI ask for no more
than the JUstice of Eating.

Can anyone fill in the blanks? DO I have the rest right?

Mark Ross