Flee away—Depart forever.
Turn my Beloved—Continue to hide Thyself from earthly eyes.
And be Thou like—In Thy swiftness of movement.
A roe or a young hart—Leaping from mountain to mountain—kingdom to kingdom.
Upon the mountains—Gentile dominions.
Of Bether—Of divisions, which separate us from Thee and separate Thee from Thy long-promised Reign.
3:1. By night—While I was still in the dark in regard to God's great Plan.
On my bed—My creed bed, the one from which I have now been taken, but in which many others are still left.
I sought Him—Sought intimate fellowship with Him.
Whom my soul loveth—“He that loveth father or mother ... son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me.”