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.