I charge you, O daughters, &c. The church having passed the watchmen, proceeds in the pursuit of her beloved, and inquires of every particular believer, whom she meets, concerning him. Tell him, that I am sick, &c. That I am ready to faint for want of his presence. What is thy beloved, &c., more than another Wherein doth he excel them?

Believers might ask this, that they might be more fully informed of it.

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