For lack of wood the fire goes out, And where there is no gossiper, quarreling quiets down.Like charcoal to hot embers and wood to fire, So is a contentious person to kindle strife.The words of a gossiper are like dainty morsels, And they go down into the innermost parts of the body.
Who have sharpened their tongues like a sword. They aimed bitter speech as their arrows,To shoot from concealment at the innocent; Suddenly they shoot at him, and do not fear.