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The city guards found me
    as they walked in the streets of the city.
They beat me and they hurt my body.
    Those guards on the city walls took away my robe.

Young women of Jerusalem,
    please find my lover!
Promise me to tell him this, if you find him.
    Tell him that my love for him has made me weak!

The young women of Jerusalem:

Tell us this, most beautiful of all women.
Why do you think that your lover is better than other men?
Why must we promise to do this for you?

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