For lack of wood the fire goeth out; And where there is no whisperer, contention ceaseth.As coals are to hot embers, and wood to fire, So is a contentious man to inflame strife.The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, And they go down into the innermost parts.
Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,That they may shoot in secret places at the perfect: Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.