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The watchmen of the city found me. They beat me and hurt me. The watchmen of the walls took my coat from me. I tell you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my loved one, you must tell him that I am weak with love.”

Women of Jerusalem

“What is your loved one more than another loved one, O most beautiful among women? What is your loved one more than another loved one, that you tell us to do this?”

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