My skin turns black all over me; and my bones seem burned from the heat.

The daughters of Jerusalem, I'm dark and lovely like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Don't stare at me because I'm dark; the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me the caretaker of the vineyards, but I didn't take care of my own vineyard.

"In growing darkness, I walked without sunlight; I stood in the congregation to cry for help.

Now their faces are blacker than coal; they are unrecognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become dry like a stick.