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I arose to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with (A)liquid myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he (B)spoke.
(C)I sought him, but found him not;
    (D)I called him, but he gave no answer.
(E)The watchmen found me
    as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
    they took away my veil,
    those watchmen of the walls.

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