Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; And where there is no talebearer, strife ceases.As charcoal is to burning coals, and wood to fire, So is a contentious man to kindle strife.The words of a talebearer are like tasty trifles, And they go down into the inmost body.
Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And bend their bows to shoot their arrows— bitter words,That they may shoot in secret at the blameless; Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.