All who hate me talk in whispers about my condition, hoping for the worst.
I hear many people whispering about me; terror surrounds me. They plot together against me, planning to kill me.
Quarrelsome people cause conflict, and a gossip comes between the closest friends.
Without wood, the fire goes out; and without gossips, arguments stop.
Then the Pharisees left and met together to plot how they could trap him by what he said.
They filled themselves with all that's wrong: evil, greed, hate, envy, murder, quarreling, deception, malice, and gossip.
I do worry when I visit that somehow I won't find you as I would want to, and that you won't find me as you would want to! I'm afraid that there will be arguments, jealousy, anger, rivalry, slander, gossip, arrogance, and disorder.