I sought Him—Christ, the Heavenly Bridegroom.
But I found Him not—Certainly not; how absurd of me to expect to greet the Bridegroom when I was in bed, sound asleep!
3:2. I will rise now—This creed bed is uncomfortable; it is “shorter than that a man can stretch himself on it.”
And go about the city—Interest myself in the activities of Christendom.
In the streets—Enter into the affairs of its governments.
And in the broad ways—Plunge into its pleasures—“gay white ways,” etc.
I will seek Him—Try to find the place of rest.
Whom my soul loveth—For which my soul longs. “We who have believed do enter into rest.”
I sought Him—Sought rest of heart in all these ways.
But I found Him not—“All that my soul has tried left but an aching void.”