Cantico dei Cantici 4:10

10 Quanto son belli i tuoi amori, o Sposa, sorella mia! Quanto son migliori i tuoi amori che il vino! E l’odor de’ tuoi olii odoriferi più eccellenti che tutti gli aromati!

Cantico dei Cantici 4:10 Meaning and Commentary

Song of Solomon 4:10

How fair is thy love, [my] sister, my spouse!
&c.] Of these titles, (See Gill on Song of Solomon 4:8); (See Gill on Song of Solomon 4:9); and of the love of the church to Christ, (See Gill on Song of Solomon 1:3); here said to be "fair", lovely and delightful, grateful and acceptable; as it is to Christ, in the several acts and effects of it, and therefore the word is plural, "thy loves" ^F18; being exceeding beautiful in his eye, and extremely well pleasing to him; therefore says, "how fair!" as admiring it, it being hard to say how fair it was; and this appears from the large manifestations of Christ's love to those that love him; and from his causing all things to work together for the good of such; and from his preparing and laying up things, unseen and unheard of, for them; how much better is thy love than wine!
which is saying the same thing of her love to him she says of his to her, ( Song of Solomon 1:2 Song of Solomon 1:4 ) ; her love to Christ is more pleasant, more cheering, and more acceptable to him, than the wine of legal sacrifices, or than all burnt offerings; or than any duty whatever, unless that is the principle from whence it flows, ( Mark 12:33 Mark 12:34 ) ; and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
the same with Christ's ointments, commended ( Song of Solomon 1:3 ) ; namely, the graces of the Spirit, which are in Christ without measure, and from him communicated to his people; and when exercised by them, are very delightful to him, and preferred by him to "all spices": even to all those used in the holy anointing oil, typical of them, ( Exodus 30:23 Exodus 30:24 ) .

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FOOTNOTES:

F18 (Kydwd) "amores tui", Pagninus, Montanus

Cantico dei Cantici 4:10 In-Context

8 Vieni meco dal Libano, o Sposa, Vieni meco dal Libano; Riguarda dalla sommità di Amana, Dalla sommità di Senir, e di Hermon, Da’ ricetti de’ leoni, Da’ monti de’ pardi.

9 Tu mi hai involato il cuore, o Sposa, sorella mia; Tu mi hai involato il cuore con uno de’ tuoi occhi, Con uno de’ monili del tuo collo.

10 Quanto son belli i tuoi amori, o Sposa, sorella mia! Quanto son migliori i tuoi amori che il vino! E l’odor de’ tuoi olii odoriferi più eccellenti che tutti gli aromati!

11 O Sposa, le tue labbra stillano favi di miele; Miele e latte è sotto alla tua lingua; E l’odor de’ tuoi vestimenti è come l’odor del Libano.

12 O Sposa, sorella mia, tu sei un orto serrato, Una fonte chiusa, una fontana suggellata.