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.
My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague, and my kinsmen stand afar off.
Those who seek my life lay their snares, those who seek my hurt speak of ruin, and meditate treachery all the day long.
Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me; my companions are in darkness.
Thou hast caused my companions to shun me; thou hast made me a thing of 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.
The poor is disliked even by his neighbor, but the rich has many friends.
The poor use entreaties, but the rich answer roughly.
Wealth brings many new friends, but a poor man is deserted by his friend.
He who closes his ear to the cry of the poor will himself cry out and not be heard.
Your friend, and your father's friend, do not forsake; 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.
But you have dishonored the poor man. Is it not the rich who oppress you, is it not they who drag you into court?