21  His speech was smooth as butter,

^fyet war was in his heart;

^ghis 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,¹ “will hear us?”

3  who whet their tongues like swords,

who ^gaim bitter words like arrows,

18  There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts,

but the tongue of the wise ^lbrings 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 neighbor,

but in his heart he plans an ambush for him.