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The daughters of Jerusalem:  

1 O rarest of beauty, where then has your lover gone?  We long to see him too.  Where may we find him?  We will follow you as you seek after him.  

The Shulamite Bride:

2  My lover has gone down into his garden of delight, to the flowerbeds of spices to feast with those pure in heart.  3 I am fully devoted to my beloved, and my beloved is fully devoted to me.