How shall I defile them—Why should I leave my creed bed and obey Your call to come out of Babylon?
5:4. My Beloved—In His great love and pity for me.
Put in His hand—Exerted His mighty power.
By the hole of the door—Rattled the time-lock.
And my bowels—My heart.
Were moved for Him—Was stirred to action, but too late to go in with Him to the wedding.
5:5. I rose up—Roused myself to activity.
To open to my Beloved—Just as the Harvest was past.
And my hands—Holding the keys to the Bible, the Studies.
Dropped with myrrh—Wisdom, gleaned from the Scripture Studies, till then neglected.