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.
24 By his lips doth a hater dissemble, And in his heart he placeth deceit,
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