Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes.

Outside, the sojourner lodged not for the night, My doors - to the wayfarer, I threw open.

Or who shut in, with double doors, the sea, when, bursting out of the womb, it came forth;

And brake off for it my boundary, and fixed a bar and double doors;

The doors of his face, who hath opened? The circles of his teeth, are a terror!