Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; and where there is no talebearer, the fighting ceases.
And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. So the tongue is set among our members, spotting all the body and inflaming the course of nature, and being inflamed by hell.
Cast out the scorner, and fighting shall go out; yes, quarrels and shame shall cease.
A perverse man causes fighting, and a whisperer separates chief friends.
The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.
Even so the tongue is a little member and boasts great things. Behold how little a fire kindles how large a forest!
You shall not go as a slanderer among your people; you shall not stand against the blood of your neighbor. I am Jehovah.