6 Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,

Because the sun has gazed upon me.

The sons of my mother were angry with me;

They appointed me the keeper of the vineyards,

But my own vineyard I did not keep.

11 “I went down to the garden of nut trees+

To see the new growth in the valley,*

To see whether the vine had sprouted,*

Whether the pomegranate trees had blossomed.