Song 3.4 |Embrace

It was but a little that strength failed me,
I passed from them, faint and weak,
But I found him whom honors my poverty.
My soul loveth my great King
I held him, he did not resist,
And would not let him go even if he wanted to.
Until I had brought him to the secret place,
Into my mother’s house, the church,
And into the chamber of ordinances;
Of her that conceived me.