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“The watchmen who were around the city found me. They struck me and wounded me. The watchmen of the walls took away my veil from me.

“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my well-beloved, that you tell him that I am lovesick!”

“O the fairest among women! What is your well-beloved more than other well-beloved? What is your well-beloved more than another lover, that you so charge us?”

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