If the poor are hated even by their kin, how much more are they shunned by their friends! When they call after them, they are not there.
My friends and companions stand aloof from my affliction, and my neighbors stand far off.
Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek to hurt me speak of ruin and meditate on treachery all day long.
You have caused friend and neighbor to shun me; my companions are in darkness.
You have caused my companions to shun me; you have made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
The wealth of the rich is their fortress; the poverty of the poor is their ruin.
The poor are disliked even by their neighbors, but the rich have many friends.
The poor use entreaties, but the rich answer roughly.
Wealth brings many friends, but the poor are left friendless.
If you close your ear to the cry of the poor, you will cry out and not be heard.
Do not forsake your friend or the friend of your parent; do not go to the house of your kindred in the day of your calamity. Better is a neighbor who is nearby than kindred who are far away.
But you have dishonored the poor person. Is it not the rich who oppress you? Is it not they who drag you into the courts?