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

The stranger did not lodge in the street: but I 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 brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,

Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death?

Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about.