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The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my outer cloak from me.

I charge you, O virgins of Jerusalem, if ye should find my beloved that ye cause him to know how sick I am with love.

¶ What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved that thou dost so charge us?

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