7 The watchmen who patrol the city found me:
They beat me, they wounded me; [[167]]
The keepers of the walls stripped me of my veiling garment.
8 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye shall find my beloved,
What will ye tell him?
Tell him that I am sick of love.
DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among women?