All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.
For I hear the whispering of many— terror all around!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.
A perverse person spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.
For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases.
Then the Pharisees went and plotted to entrap him in what he said.
They were filled with every kind of injustice, evil, covetousness, malice. Full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, craftiness, they are gossips,
For I fear that when I come I may find you not as I wish and that you may find me not as you wish; I fear that there may perhaps be quarreling, jealousy, anger, selfishness, slander, gossip, conceit, and disorder.