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I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and was gone.
    My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him, but found him not;
    I called him, but he gave no answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they went about the city;
they struck me, they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
    that you tell him I am faint with love.

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