American Standard Version of 1901
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A fool's lips {Or, bring contention}enter into contention,And his mouth calleth for stripes.
A fool's mouth is his destruction,And his lips are the snare of his soul.
The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels,And they go down into the innermost parts.
The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow up himself.
His mouth was smooth as butter,But his heart was war:His words were softer than oil,Yet were they drawn swords.