Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

Your doors are broken down with hammers and iron blades.

And he gave orders to the clouds on high, and the doors of heaven were open;

The Lord has more love for the doors of Zion than for all the tents of Jacob.

For He hath broken doors of brass, And bars of iron He hath cut.

They are disgusted by all food, and they come near to the doors of death.

Let the doors of righteousness be open to me; I will go in and give praise to the Lord.

He has made strong the iron bands of your doors; he has sent blessings on your children inside your walls.

Better a day in Your courts
than a thousand anywhere else.
I would rather be at the door of the house of my God
than to live in the tents of wicked people.

Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips.