American Standard Version of 1901
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The watchmen that go about the city found me,They smote me, they wounded me;The keepers of the walls took away my {Or, veil}mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If ye find my beloved, {Hebrew: What will ye tell him? That &c.}That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved,O thou fairest among women?What is thy beloved more than another beloved,That thou dost so adjure us?