All the brothers of the poor shall hate him; How much more shall his friends go far from him! He pursues promises – they are gone!.
My loved ones and my friends stand back from my plague, And my neighbours stand far away.
And those seeking my life lay a snare; And those seeking my evil have spoken of destruction, And utter deceit all day long.
You have put loved one and companion far from me, Darkness is my close friend!
You have put away my friends far from me; You have made me an abomination to them; I am shut in and do not go out;
The rich man’s wealth is his strong city; The ruin of the poor is their poverty.
The poor is hated even by his own neighbour, But the rich has many friends.
The poor speaks beseechingly, But the rich answers fiercely.
Wealth adds many friends, But the poor is separated from his friend.
Whoever shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, Let him also cry and not be heard.
Do not forsake your own friend or your father’s friend, And do not go into your brother’s house In the day of your calamity – Better is a neighbour nearby than a brother far away.
But you have shown disrespect towards the poor man. Do not the rich oppress you and drag you into the courts?