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I opened to my lover—
    but my lover had departed,
    he was gone!
My soul went out to him when he spoke.
    I searched for him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer me.
The guards making rounds in the city found me.
They beat me, bruised me.
The guards on the walls took my veil from me.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you,
    if you should find my lover,
what will you tell him?
    That I am sick from love!

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