There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise is health.

A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer separateth chief friends.

Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out: so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.

The words of a talebearer are as wounds, 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.

Thy tongue deviseth mischiefs; like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.

Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.