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Making their rounds in the city
    the sentinels found me;
they beat me; they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those sentinels of the walls.(A)

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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!

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