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我这条镶有宝石的项链啊，打扮我只是为了挖苦我。
它让我颈项青紫，在我奋力想将它扯下的时候又令我窒息。
它攫住我的咽喉，扼杀了我的歌声。
要是能把它贡献给你，我的主啊，我就可以得到赦免。
把它拿走吧，作为交换，用花环将我系在你的身边吧。戴着这样一条宝石项链，我无颜站在你的面前。
It decks me only to mock me， this jewelled chain of mine.
It bruises me when on my neck， it strangles me when I struggle to tear it off.
It grips my throat， it chokes my singing.
Could I but offer it to your hand， my Lord， I would be saved.
Take it from me， and in exchange bind me to you with a garland， for I am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on my neck.
