Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;

Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.

Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.

Your doors are broken down with hammers and iron blades.

Though he had commanded the clouds from above, and opened the doors of heaven,

The Lord has more love for the doors of Zion than for all the tents of Jacob.

For He hath broken doors of brass, And bars of iron He hath cut.

They are disgusted by all food, and they come near to the doors of death.

Let the doors of righteousness be open to me; I will go in and give praise to the Lord.

He has made strong the iron bands of your doors; he has sent blessings on your children inside your walls.