The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.
Thy tongue deviseth mischiefs; like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.
There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health.
A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer separateth chief friends.
A fool's mouth is his destruction, and his lips are the snare of his soul.
He also that is slothful in his work is brother to him that is a great waster.
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 the Lord.