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The guards found me and struck and wounded me. The watchman on the wall tore off my veil. I adjure you, O women of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved one, tell him that I am sick with love.”

The Young Women of Jerusalem: “O woman of rare beauty, what is it about your loved one that is better than any other, that you command us this?”

The Girl:

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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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