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The watchmen found me
    as they patrolled the city.
They hit me; they hurt me.
    The guards on the wall took away my coat.
I tell you, women of Jerusalem,
    if you find my lover,
    tell him I am weak with love.

The Friends Answer the Woman

Is your lover better than other lovers,
    you, the most beautiful of women?
Is your lover better than other lovers?
    Is that why you talk like this?

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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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