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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 veil from me.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, … What will ye tell him?—That I am sick of love.

What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

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The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.(A)
They beat me, they bruised me;
    they took away my cloak,
    those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you(B)
    if you find my beloved,(C)
what will you tell him?
    Tell him I am faint with love.(D)

Friends

How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?(E)
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?

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