In my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me. Deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips,
    from a deceitful tongue. What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you,
    you deceitful tongue?
A warrior’s sharp arrows, with glowing coals of the broom tree! Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech,
    that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace.
I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war! Psalm 120

“But let the slanderer be upon his guard.  There is another bow besides that in his possession.  The arrows are sharp and burning; and when they are sent from the bow by the arm of Omnipotence, nothing can resist their force, and in mortal agony his enemies bite the dust.”– C.H.Spurgeon, The Treasury of David

“In the drop of venom which distills from the sting of the smallest insect, or the spike of the nettle-leaf, there is concentrated the quintessence of a poison so subtle that the microscope cannot distinguish it, and yet so virulent that it can inflame the blood, irritate the whole constitution, and convert day and night into restless misery; so it is sometimes with the words of the slanderer.”–Frederick William Robertson.

“Repentance is in every view so desirable, so necessary, so suited to honor God, that I seek that above all. The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears. I long to be in my proper place, my hand on my mouth, and my mouth in the dust. . . . I feel this to be safe ground. Here I cannot err. . . . I am sure that whatever God may despise . . . He will not despise the broken and contrite heart.”–Charles Simeon