19 So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, 'Am not I playing?'
20 Without wood is fire going out, And without a tale-bearer, contention ceaseth,
21 Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.
22 The words of a tale-bearer 'are' as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down 'to' the inner parts of the heart.
23 Silver of dross spread over potsherd, 'Are' burning lips and an evil heart.
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