Behind the doors and the door-post thou didst set thy memorial: for from me thou didst migrate, and thou wilt go up; thou didst make broad thy bed, and thou wilt cut out to thee from them; thou didst love their bed; thou didst look upon the hand.

And the posts of the door moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke.

And I will camp against thee round about, and will lay siege against thee with watch-posts, and I will raise forts against thee.

I will place the key to the house of David on his shoulder. When he opens the door, no one can close it; when he closes the door, no one can open it.

Send out a cry, O door! Make sounds of sorrow, O town! All your land has come to nothing, O Philistia; for there comes a smoke out of the north, and everyone keeps his place in the line.

And a spirit of wisdom to the judge, and strength to those who keep back the attackers at the door of the town.

So go now my people into thy chamber, and shut the door to thee, and suffer now the twinkling of an eye, till the wrath be overpast.

Lift up the banner upon the high hill, call unto them; hold up your hand, that the princes may go in at the door.