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I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands (A)dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with [a]liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had (B)turned away and passed by!
My soul went out to him as he (C)spoke.
I (D)searched for him, but I did not find him;
I (E)called him, but he did not answer me.
The (F)watchmen who go about in the city found me,
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.

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  1. Song of Songs 5:5 Lit passing