For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
A fool's mouth is his destruction, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue; And they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
A prudent man concealeth knowledge; But the heart of fools proclaimeth foolishness.
For in many things we all stumble. If any stumbleth not in word, the same is a perfect man, able to bridle the whole body also.
For, He that would love life, And see good days, Let him refrain his tongue from evil, And his lips that they speak no guile: