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(A)The watchmen found me
    as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
    they took away my veil,
    those watchmen of the walls.
I (B)adjure you, O (C)daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
that you tell him
    (D)I am sick with love.

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What is your beloved more than another beloved,
    O (E)most beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
    that you thus (F)adjure us?

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