All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.
A perverse person spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.
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.
They were filled with every kind of injustice, evil, covetousness, malice. Full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, craftiness, they are gossips,
Then the Pharisees went and plotted to entrap him in what he said.
For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases.
For I hear the whispering of many— terror all around!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.