All the relatives of the poor shun him: how much more do his friends avoid him! He pursues them with pleas, but they are gone.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.
They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.
You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
The rich man's wealth is his strong city. The destruction of the poor is their poverty.
The poor person is shunned even by his own neighbor, but the rich person has many friends.
The poor plead for mercy, but the rich answer harshly.
Wealth adds many friends, but the poor is separated from his friend.
Whoever stops his ears at the cry of the poor, he will also cry out, but shall not be heard.
Don't forsake your friend and your father's friend. Don't go to your brother's house in the day of your disaster: better is a neighbor who is near than a distant brother.
But you have dishonored the poor man. Don't the rich oppress you, and personally drag you before the courts?