D on’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
No se fijen en que soy morena, Porque el sol me ha quemado. Los hijos de mi madre se enojaron conmigo; Me pusieron a guardar las viñas, Pero mi propia viña no guardé.
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