All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.
Yea, I hear the whispering of many— terror on every side!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.
A perverse man 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 took counsel how to entangle him in his talk.
They were filled with all manner of wickedness, evil, covetousness, malice. Full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, malignity, they are gossips,
For I fear that perhaps I may come and find you not what I wish, and that you may find me not what you wish; that perhaps there may be quarreling, jealousy, anger, selfishness, slander, gossip, conceit, and disorder.