All a poor man’s brothers hate him; how much more do his friends go far from him! He pursues them with words, but does not have them.
Wealth brings many new friends, but a poor man is deserted by his friend.
Whoever closes his ear to the cry of the poor will himself call out and not be answered.
The poor use entreaties, but the rich answer roughly.
My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague, and my nearest kin stand far off.
But you have dishonored the poor man. Are not the rich the ones who oppress you, and the ones who drag you into court?
The poor is disliked even by his neighbor, but the rich has many friends.
You have caused my beloved and my friend to shun me; my companions have become darkness.
You have caused my companions to shun me; you have made me a horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
A rich man’s wealth is his strong city; the poverty of the poor is their ruin.
Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long.
Do not forsake your friend and your father’s friend, and do not go to your brother’s house in the day of your calamity. Better is a neighbor who is near than a brother who is far away.