Happy is the man who gives ear to me, watching at my doors day by day, keeping his place by the pillars of my house.

The knees of the evil are bent before the good; and sinners go down in the dust at the doors of the upright.

Go far away from her, do not come near the door of her house;

Seated at the door of her house, in the high places of the town,

A door is turned on its pillar, and the hater of work on his bed.