They waited for me as people wait for the rain, and they opened their mouths as for the spring rains.

I open my mouth and pant, because I long for your commands.

People have opened their mouths against me, they have struck my cheek in scorn; they unite together against me.

So Death will open up its throat, and open wide its mouth; Zion’s dignitaries and masses will descend into it, including those who revel and celebrate within her.