For I fear, lest, when I come, I shall not find you such as I would, and that I shall be found unto you such as ye would not: lest there be debates, envyings, wraths, strifes, backbitings, whisperings, swellings, tumults:

A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer separateth chief friends.

All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one:

Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out: so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.