The words of a whisperer are as dainty, morsels, And they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.
Thy tongue deviseth very wickedness; Like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.
There is that speaketh rashly like the piercings of a sword: But the tongue of the wise is health.
A froward man scattereth abroad strife: And a whisperer separateth chief friends.
A fool's mouth is his destruction, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
He also that is slack in his work Is brother to him that is a destroyer.
Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people: neither shalt thou stand against the blood of thy neighbour: I am the LORD.