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“I opened to my well-beloved, but my well-beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

“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!”

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