Behold, he breaks down, and it cannot be built again: he shuts up a man, and there can be no opening.

Because it did not shut the opening of my mother’s womb,
Or hide trouble from my eyes.

Then, opening his mouth, and cursing the day of his birth,

But if only God would take up the word, opening his lips in argument with you;

He goes to rest full of wealth, but does so for the last time: on opening his eyes, he sees it there no longer.

They were waiting for me as for the rain, opening their mouths wide as for the spring rains.

He makes the wrong done to the poor the way of their salvation, opening their ears by their trouble.

If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,

Because I fear a great multitude, And the contempt of families doth affright me, Then I am silent, I go not out of the opening.

Behold, my belly as wine it will not open; it will break open as new wine skins.

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