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The watchmen found me
    as they went about the city;
they struck me, they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
    that you tell him I am faint with love.

Friends of the Woman

What is your beloved more than another beloved,
    O fairest among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
    that you so charge us?

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