⁷ 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!
⁸ 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)

⁹ How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?^(E)
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?