Like a madman who shoots torches, arrows, and death, is the man who deceives his neighbor and says, “Am I not joking?”
For lack of wood a fire goes out.
Without gossip, a quarrel dies down.
As coals are to hot embers, and wood to fire, so is a contentious man to kindling strife.
The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, they go down into the innermost parts.
Like silver dross on an earthen vessel are the lips of a fervent one with an evil heart.
A malicious man disguises himself with his lips, but he harbors evil in his heart.