The tongue also is a fire, a world of wickedness among the parts of the body. It pollutes the whole person, sets the course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
…and if He rescued Lot, a righteous man distressed by the depraved conduct of the lawless
And they cried out in a loud voice, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You judge those who dwell upon the earth and avenge our blood?”
Speaking rashly is like a piercing sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
His speech is smooth as butter, but war is in his heart. His words are softer than oil, yet they are swords unsheathed.
“How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
…who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,
Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice—the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
Life and death are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.
“How long will you go on saying such things? The words of your mouth are a blustering wind.