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I opened for my lover—
    but my lover had turned and gone!
    At his leaving, my soul sank.
I sought him, but I did not find him;
    I called out after him, but he did not answer me.[a]
The watchmen[b] found me,
    as they made their rounds in the city;
They beat me, they wounded me,
    they tore off my mantle,
    the watchmen of the walls.
(A)I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my lover
What shall you tell him?
    that I am sick with love.

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Footnotes

  1. 5:6 The motif of the locked-out lover is common in classical Greek and Latin poetry.
  2. 5:7 The watchmen: they do not know the reason for the woman’s appearance in the city streets; cf. 3:2–4.