My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.

Have the doors of death been open to you, or have the door-keepers of the dark ever seen you?

"If my heart has been seduced by a woman and I've laid in wait at my friend's door,

Because I feared the great multitude, and the contempt of families terrified me, so that I kept silence, and went not out of the door, ...

When I went out of my door to go up to the town, and took my seat in the public place,

“The stranger has not lodged in the street,
Because I have opened my door to the traveler.