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 were shaken 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.