For lack of wood the fire goeth out: And where there is no whisperer, contention ceaseth.
A froward man scattereth abroad strife: And a whisperer separateth chief friends.
Cast out the scorner, and contention shall go out; Yea, strife and ignominy shall cease.
The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, And they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.
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.
So the tongue also is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how much wood is kindled by how small a fire!
And the tongue is a fire: the world of iniquity among our members is the tongue, which defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the wheel of nature, and is set on fire by hell.