Song 1.6 |Vineyard

Look not upon me, I don't want you to see
Because I am black, my soul is stained.
Because the sun has burned me, it
Hath looked upon me, when I needed shade.
My mother’s children never understood, and
Were angry with me for my choice.
They made me their target.
The keeper of their arrows.
The vineyards were dried and wilted,
But mine own vineyard have I not kept.