There is one who speaks rashly like the thrusts of a sword, But the tongue of the wise brings healing.
My soul is among lions; I must lie among those who breathe forth fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows And their tongue a sharp sword.
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
Your tongue devises destruction, Like a sharp razor, O worker of deceit.
Behold, they belch forth with their mouth; Swords are in their lips, For, they say, “ Who hears?”
Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword. They aimed bitter speech as their arrow,
For they are life to those who find them And health to all their body.
The tongue of the righteous is as choice silver, The heart of the wicked is worth little.
A wicked messenger falls into adversity, But a faithful envoy brings healing.
A soothing tongue is a tree of life, But perversion in it crushes the spirit.
The lips of the wise spread knowledge, But the hearts of fools are not so.
Like a club and a sword and a sharp arrow Is a man who bears false witness against his neighbor.
Those who have insight among the people will give understanding to the many; yet they will fall by sword and by flame, by captivity and by plunder for many days.
And the tongue is a fire, the very world of iniquity; the tongue is set among our members as that which defiles the entire body, and sets on fire the course of our life, and is set on fire by hell.
In His right hand He held seven stars, and out of His mouth came a sharp two-edged sword; and His face was like the sun shining in its strength.
in the middle of its street. On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.