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I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My soul failed me when he spoke.
I sought him but did not find him;
    I called him, but he gave no answer.(A)
Making their rounds in the city
    the sentinels found me;
they beat me; they wounded me;
    they took away my mantle,
    those sentinels of the walls.(B)
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
tell him this:
    I am faint with love.(C)

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