The words of a whisperer are like choice morsels; they go down to the inner chambers of the belly.
In context
20Without wood a fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, strife dies down. 21Charcoal for embers and wood for fire, and a quarrelsome man to kindle a quarrel. 22The words of a whisperer are like choice morsels; they go down to the inner chambers of the belly. 23Like a glaze of silver dross spread over a potsherd are burning lips and an evil heart. 24With his lips a man who hates you disguises himself, but inside he stores up deceit.
