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Proverbs 19:7 - American Standard Version 2015

All the brethren of the poor do hate him:\par\tab How much more do his friends go far from him!\par\tab He pursueth {\i them with} words, {\i but} they are gone.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

All the brethren of the poor do hate him: How much more do his friends go far from him? He pursueth them with words, yet they are wanting to him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

All the brothers of a poor man detest him–how much more do his friends go far from him! He pursues them with words, but they are gone.

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American Standard Version (1901)

All the brethren of the poor do hate him: How much more do his friends go far from him! He pursueth them with words, but they are gone.

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Common English Bible

All the relatives of the poor hate them; even more, their friends stay far from them. When they pursue them with words, they aren’t there.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The brothers of the poor man hate him. Moreover, even his friends have withdrawn far from him. Whoever pursues only words shall have nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The brethren of the poor man hate him: moreover also his friends have departed far from him. He that followeth after words only, shall have nothing.

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Proverbs 19:7
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My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague;\par\tab And my kinsmen stand afar off.\par


They also that seek after my life lay snares {\i for me};\par\tab And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things,\par\tab And meditate deceits all the day long.


Lover and friend hast thou put far from me,\par\tab And mine acquaintance into darkness.\par


Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me;\par\tab Thou hast made me an abomination unto them:\par\tab I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.


The rich man's wealth is his strong city:\par\tab The destruction of the poor is their poverty.


The poor is hated even of his own neighbor;\par\tab But the rich hath many friends.


The poor useth entreaties;\par\tab But the rich answereth roughly.


Wealth addeth many friends;\par\tab But the poor is separated from his friend.


Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor,\par\tab He also shall cry, but shall not be heard.


Thine own friend, and thy father's friend, forsake not;\par\tab And go not to thy brother's house in the day of thy calamity:\par\tab Better is a neighbor that is near than a brother far off.


But ye have dishonored the poor man. Do not the rich oppress you, and themselves drag you before the judgment-seats?