TSK · Proverbs 12:18

Thy tongue imagineth wickednes: and deceaueth like a sharpe raser.

Exalt thy selfe O God aboue the heauen: thy glory is aboue all the earth.

Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.

The tongue of the iust man is as tried siluer: but the heart of the vngodly is a thyng of naught.

A wholsome tongue is a tree of lyfe: but the frowardnesse therof doth make sad the spirite.

Fayre wordes are an hony combe, a refresshyng of the mynde, and health of the bones.

Those also that haue vnderstanding among the people, shall enfourme the multitude, and for a long season thei shall fall with sworde, with fire, with captiuitie, and with the taking away of their goodes.

And he had in his ryght hande, seuen starres: And out of his mouth went a sharpe two edged sworde: And his face shone, euen as the sunne in his strength.