Bible Verses About Strife

Eyes high--tongues false--And hands shedding innocent blood--

A heart devising thoughts of vanity--Feet hasting to run to evil--

A false witness who doth breathe out lies--And one sending forth contentions between brethren.

Hatred awaketh contentions, And over all transgressions love covereth.

A vain man through pride causeth debate, And with the counselled is wisdom.

A man of fury stirreth up contention, And the slow to anger appeaseth strife.

A froward man sendeth forth contention, A tale-bearer is separating a familiar friend.

Better is a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.

The beginning of contention is a letting out of waters, And before it is meddled with leave the strife.

Whoso is loving transgression is loving debate, Whoso is making high his entrance is seeking destruction.

The lips of a fool enter into strife, And his mouth for stripes calleth.

A brother transgressed against is as a strong city, And contentions as the bar of a palace.

A calamity to his father is a foolish son, And the contentions of a wife are a continual dropping.

An honour to a man is cessation from strife, And every fool intermeddleth.

Do not say, `I recompense evil,' Wait for Jehovah, and He delivereth thee.

Better to dwell in a wilderness land, Than with a woman of contentions and anger.

Cast out a scorner--and contention goeth out, And strife and shame cease.

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?

Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.

Go not forth to strive, haste, turn, What dost thou in its latter end, When thy neighbour causeth thee to blush?

Better to sit on a corner of a roof, Than with a woman of contentions, and a house of company.

Laying hold on the ears of a dog, Is a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.

Without wood is fire going out, And without a tale-bearer, contention ceaseth,

Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.

A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,