The words of a talebearer are as wounds, And they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.
A froward man soweth strife: And a whisperer separateth chief friends.
There is that speaketh 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 neighbour: I am the LORD.
Thy tongue deviseth mischiefs; 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 slothful in his work Is brother to him that is a great waster.