As it is written: There is none righteous, no, not one;

All those who hate me whisper against me; they plot evil against me.

A perverse man sows strife, and a whisperer separates intimate friends.

Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; and where there is no talebearer, strife ceases.

For I fear lest, when I come, I shall not find you such as I wish, and that I shall be found by you such as you do not wish; lest there be contentions, jealousies, outbursts of wrath, selfish ambitions, evil speakings, whisperings, conceits, commotions;