He watching his mouth and his tongue watches his soul from straits.
Set, O Jehovah, a watch to my mouth; guard over the door of my lips.
In the multitude of words transgression shall not cease: and he withholding his lips is prudent
In the transgression of the lips is the snare of evil: and the just one shall come forth out of straits.
He guarding his mouth, watched his soul: he opening wide his lips, destruction to him.
The highway of the upright is to depart from evil: to watch his ways the guarding of his soul.
Death and life in the hand of the tongue: and they loving it shall eat its fruit
If any among you seem to be religious, bridling not his tongue, but deceiving his heart, the religion of this one vain.