The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, And they go down into the innermost parts.
A perverse man scattereth abroad strife; And a whisperer separateth chief friends.
There is that speaketh rashly like the piercings of a sword; But the tongue of the wise is health.
Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people: neither shalt thou stand against the blood of thy neighbor: I am Jehovah.
Thy tongue deviseth very wickedness, Like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.
A fool’s mouth is his destruction, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
He also that is slack in his work Is brother to him that is a destroyer.