Of Communion with God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

The Reason she gives of this earnestness in her supplications, is that which principally evinces her delight in him. Love is strong as death, Jealousy is cruel as the grave, or hard as Hell. This is the intendment of what is so loftily set out by so many metaphors in this & the following verse. I am not able to bear the workings of my love to thee; unless I may always have society and fellowship ¹with thee; there is no satisfying of my love without it. it is as the grave that still says give, give. Death is not satisfied without its prey: if it have not all, it hath nothing: let what ⟨p. 144⟩will happen, if death hath not its whole desire it hath nothing at all. Nor can it be withstood in its appointed season. No ransom will be taken. So is my love, if I have thee not wholly, I have nothing, nor can all the world bribe it to a diversion: it will be no more turned aside then death in its time. Also I am not able to bear my Jealous thoughts; I fear thou dost not love me, that thou hast forsaken me, because I know I deserve not to be beloved. These thoughts are hard as Hell. They give no rest to my soul. If I find not my self on thy heart and arm, I am as one that lies down in a bed of coals. This also argues an holy greediness of delight.

The Reason she gives of this earnestnesse in her supplications, is that which principally evinces her delight in him. Love is strong as death, Jealousy is cruell as the grave, or hard as Hell. This is the intendment of what is so loftily set out by so many metaphors in this & the following verse. I am not able to beare the workings of my love to thee; unlesse I may allways have society and fellowship ¹with thee; there is no satisfying of my love without it. it is as the grave that still says give, give. Death is not satisfyed without its prey: if it have not all, it hath nothing: let what ⟨p. 144⟩will happen, if death hath not its whole desire it hath nothing at all. Nor can it be withstood in its appointed season. No ransome will be taken. So is my love, if I have thee not wholly, I have nothing, nor can all the world bribe it to a diversion: it will be no more turned aside then death in its time. Also I am not able to beare my Jealous thoughts; I feare thou dost not love me, that thou hast forsaken me, because I know I deserve not to be beloved. These thoughts are hard as Hell. They give no rest to my soule. If I find not my selfe on thy heart and arme, I am as one that lyes down in a bed of coales. This also argues an holy greedinesse of delight.