All the brothers of the poor hate him: how much more do his friends go far from him? he pursues them with words, yet they do not help him.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my wound; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
Lover and friend have you put far from me, and my acquaintances into darkness.
You have put away my acquaintances far from me; you have made me an abomination to them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
The rich man’s wealth is his strong city: the destruction of the poor is their poverty.
The poor is hated even by his own neighbor: but the rich has many friends.
The poor uses appeals; but the rich answers roughly.
Wealth makes many friends; but the poor is separated from his neighbor.
He who stops up his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard.
Your own friend, and your father’s friend, do not forsake; neither go into your brother’s house in the day of your calamity: for better is a neighbor that is near than a brother far off.
But you have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats?