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I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love. |
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I charge ª°
you, O daughters ª
of Jerusalem, ª
if ¹
ye find ª°¹
my beloved, ª
that ¹
ye tell ª°
him, that I ¹
[ am] sick ª°¹
of love. ª |
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I charge ª°
you, O daughters ª
of Ierusalem, ª
if ¹
ye find ª°¹
my beloued, ª
that ¹
yee tell ª°
him, that I ¹
[ am] sicke ª°¹
of loue. ª |
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I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love. |
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{Song of Songs 5:8} 
American Standard Version (ASV 1901)