Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.

(The sojourner hath not lodged in the street; But I have opened my doors to the traveller);

Or who'shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb;

And marked out for it my bound, And set bars and doors,

Who can open the doors of his face? Round about his teeth is terror.