All the brothers of the one being poor hate him, and his friends also surely have been far from him; he pursues them with words, yet they are not.
My lovers and my friends stand apart from my stroke, and my neighbors have stood far off.
And those seeking my life lay a snare; yea, those seeking my evil speak destruction, and they utter deceits all the day.
You have taken lover and friend far from me, he who knows me, into darkness.
You have taken ones knowing me from me; You have made me a disgusting thing to them; I am shut up, I will not go out.
The rich man’s wealth is his strong city; the ruin of the poor ones is their poverty.
The one lacking is hated even by his own neighbor, but lovers of a rich one are many .
The one being poor speaks with entreaties, but the rich one answers fiercely.
Wealth adds many friends, but the poor one is separated from his neighbor.
One shutting his ears at the cry of the poor one, he himself shall also call and shall not be answered.
Do not forsake your friend, and your father’s friend, and do not go into your brother’s house in the day of your calamity, for a near neighbor is better than a brother at a distance.
But you dishonored the poor man. Do not the rich ones oppress you, and they drag you to judgment seats?