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The watchmen[a] found me,
    as they made their rounds in the city;
They beat me, they wounded me,
    they tore off my mantle,
    the watchmen of the walls.
(A)I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my lover
What shall you tell him?
    that I am sick with love.

The Lost Lover Described

D How does your lover differ from any other lover,
    most beautiful among women?
How does your lover differ from any other,
    that you adjure us so?

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Footnotes

  1. 5:7 The watchmen: they do not know the reason for the woman’s appearance in the city streets; cf. 3:2–4.