Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.

His memory is gone from the earth, and in the open country there is no knowledge of his name.

My root will be open to the waters, and the night mist will be on my branches,

The traveller did not take his night's rest in the street, and my doors were open to anyone on a journey;

Let me say what is in my mind, so that I may get comfort; let me give answer with open mouth.

See, now my mouth is open, my tongue gives out words.

And Job's mouth is open wide to give out what is of no profit, increasing words without knowledge.

Their ear is open to his teaching, and he gives them orders so that their hearts may be turned from evil.

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

Their young ones are strong, living in the open country; they go out and do not come back again.

Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.