The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.
Mischiefs doth thy tongue devise, Like a sharp razor, working deceit.
A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.
A froward man sendeth forth contention, A tale-bearer is separating a familiar friend.
The mouth of a fool is ruin to him, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
He also that is remiss in his work, A brother he is to a destroyer.
`Thou dost not go slandering among thy people; thou dost not stand against the blood of thy neighbour; I am Jehovah.