Because it shut not up the doors of the womb that bore me, and hid not trouble from mine eyes.

Will it go down to the bars that lock the doors of the afterlife? Will we descend together into the dust?"

In the street doth not lodge a stranger, My doors to the traveller I open.

Because I feared the great multitude,
And the contempt of families terrified me,
And kept silent and did not go out of doors?

And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.

And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,

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

The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible.

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