6 "Do not stare at me because I am swarthy, For the sun has burned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
7 "Tell me, O you whom my soulloves, Where do you pastureyour flock, Where do you make itlie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?"