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I opened the door for my lover,
    but he had already gone.
How I wanted to hear his voice!
I looked for him, but couldn't find him;
    I called to him, but heard no answer.

The sentries patrolling the city found me;
    they struck me and bruised me;
    the guards at the city wall tore off my cape.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem,
    that if you find my lover,
    you will tell him I am weak from passion.

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