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Proverbs 19:7 - King James Version - American Edition

7 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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 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

7 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)

7 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

7 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

7 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 Moreover, even his friends have withdrawn far from him.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

7 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
15 Tagairtí Cros  

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.


They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.


Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.


Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto 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 of his own neighbor: but the rich hath many friends.


The poor useth entreaties; but the rich answereth roughly.


Wealth maketh many friends; but the poor is separated from his neighbor.


Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard.


Thine own friend, and thy father's friend, forsake not; neither go into thy brother's house in the day of thy calamity: for better is a neighbor that is near than a brother far off.


But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats?


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