The mouths of fools are their ruin; their lips are a deadly snare.
Lord, do not grant the desires of the wicked one; do not let his plot succeed. Selah
God shoots an arrow at them; in a moment they are struck down.
The wise store up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool is imminent ruin.
A wise heart accepts commands, but a babbling fool will be overthrown.
By the sin of their lips the wicked are ensnared, but the just escape from a tight spot.
Those who guard their mouths preserve themselves; those who open wide their lips bring ruin.
In the mouth of the fool is a rod for pride, but the lips of the wise preserve them.
Good sense is a fountain of life to those who have it, but folly is the training of fools.
The words of a talebearer are like dainty morsels: they sink into one’s inmost being.
By their own iniquities the wicked will be caught, in the meshes of their own sin they will be held fast;
You have been snared by the utterance of your lips, caught by the words of your mouth;
When he saw her, he tore his garments and said, “Ah, my daughter! You have struck me down and brought calamity upon me. For I have made a vow to the Lord and I cannot take it back.”