6 Do not YOU look at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has caught sight of me. The sons of my own mother grew angry with me; they appointed me the keeper of the vineyards, [although] my vineyard,+ one that was mine, I did not keep.

11 “To the garden+ of nut trees I had gone down, to see the buds in the torrent valley,+ to see whether the vine had sprouted, whether the pomegranate trees had blossomed.+