“The wicked man writhes with pain all his days,
And numbered are the years stored up for him, the ruthless one.

The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.

The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.

suffering themselves, as the penalty for the suffering that they have inflicted. They think that pleasure consists in the self-indulgence of the moment. They are a stain and a disgrace, indulging, as they do, in their wanton revelry, even while joining you at your feasts.