The north wind brings forth rain, And a backbiting tongue an angry countenance.
For I fear lest, when I come, I shall not find you such as I wish, and that I shall be found by you such as you do not wish; lest there be contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, backbitings, whisperings, conceits, tumults;
backbiters, haters of God, violent, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents,
Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; And where there is no talebearer, strife ceases.
He who does not backbite with his tongue, Nor does evil to his neighbor, Nor does he take up a reproach against his friend;
He comes from the north as golden splendor; With God is awesome majesty.
Whoever secretly slanders his neighbor, Him I will destroy; The one who has a haughty look and a proud heart, Him I will not endure.
With ungodly mockers at feasts They gnashed at me with their teeth.
From the chamber of the south comes the whirlwind, And cold from the scattering winds of the north.