²¹ His speech was smooth as butter,
    yet war was in his heart;
his words were softer than oil,
    yet they were drawn swords.

⁷ There they are, bellowing with their mouths
    with swords in their lips—
    for “Who,” they think,^[a] “will hear us?”

³ who whet their tongues like swords,
    who aim bitter words like arrows,

¹⁸ There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts,
    but the tongue of the wise brings healing.

² Your tongue plots destruction,
    like a sharp razor, you worker of deceit.

⁸ Their tongue is a deadly arrow;
    it speaks deceitfully;
with his mouth each speaks peace to his neighbour,
    but in his heart he plans an ambush for him.