“ 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.
No reparéis en que soy morena, pues el sol me miró. Los hijos de mi madre se enojaron contra mí; me pusieron a cuidar las viñas, mas mi viña, que era mía, no guardé.
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