All the brothers of a poor man hate him—how much more do his friends avoid him! He may pursue them with pleading, but they are nowhere to be found.
You have removed my friends from me; You have made me repulsive to them; I am confined and cannot escape.
My beloved and friends shun my disease, and my kinsmen stand at a distance.
Wealth attracts many friends, but a poor man is deserted by his friend.
Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food.
The poor man pleads for mercy, but the rich man answers harshly.
If anyone with earthly possessions sees his brother in need, but withholds his compassion from him, how can the love of
Now a poor wise man was found in the city, and he saved the city by his wisdom. Yet no one remembered that poor man.
You have removed my beloved and my friend; darkness is my closest companion.
Whoever shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too shall cry out and receive no answer.
But you have dishonored the poor. Is it not the rich who oppress you and drag you into court?
So he called out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”
The poor man is hated even by his neighbor, but many are those who love the rich.