Cantique Des Cantiqu 5:4

4 Mon bien-aimé a passé la main par la fenêtre, Et mes entrailles se sont émues pour lui.

Cantique Des Cantiqu 5:4 Meaning and Commentary

Song of Solomon 5:4

My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]
To remove the bolt or bar which kept him from entering in. By the "door" is meant the door of her heart, which was in a great measure shut against Christ, through the prevalence of corruption; and the "hole" in it shows that it was not entirely shut up, there was a little love broke out from her to him; a little light broke in from him upon her; but her heart was much narrowed and straitened, her grace low in exercise, yet there were some faith, some love wherefore Christ takes the advantage of the little hole or crevice there was, and "put in his hand"; which is to be understood of powerful and efficacious grace, and the exertion of it on her; which is as necessary to awake a drowsy saint, and reclaim a backsliding professor, and to quicken to the exercise of grace, and performance of duty, as to the conversion of a sinner, ( Acts 11:22 ) ; and this is a proof of the greatness of Christ's love to his church; that notwithstanding her rude carriage to him, he does not utterly forsake her, but left something behind that wrought upon her; as well as of his mighty power, in that what calls, knocks, raps, good words, and melting language, could not do, his hand did at once;

and my bowels were moved for him;
the passions of her soul; her grief and sorrow for sin, in using him in so ill a manner; her shame for being guilty of such ingratitude; her fear lest he should utterly depart from her; her love, which had been chill and cold, now began to kindle and appear in flames; her heart, and the desires of it, were in motion towards him; and a hearty concern appeared that he should be used so unfriendly by her; that his company and communion with him should be slighted, who had so greatly loved her, and endured so much for her; other effects follow.

Cantique Des Cantiqu 5:4 In-Context

2 J'étais endormie, mais mon coeur veillait... C'est la voix de mon bien-aimé, qui frappe: -Ouvre-moi, ma soeur, mon amie, Ma colombe, ma parfaite! Car ma tête est couverte de rosée, Mes boucles sont pleines des gouttes de la nuit. -
3 J'ai ôté ma tunique; comment la remettrais-je? J'ai lavé mes pieds; comment les salirais-je?
4 Mon bien-aimé a passé la main par la fenêtre, Et mes entrailles se sont émues pour lui.
5 Je me suis levée pour ouvrir à mon bien-aimé; Et de mes mains a dégoutté la myrrhe, De mes doigts, la myrrhe répandue Sur la poignée du verrou.
6 J'ai ouvert à mon bien-aimé; Mais mon bien-aimé s'en était allé, il avait disparu. J'étais hors de moi, quand il me parlait. Je l'ai cherché, et je ne l'ai point trouvé; Je l'ai appelé, et il ne m'a point répondu.
The Louis Segond 1910 is in the public domain.