Wealth makes many“ friends”; poverty drives them all away.

财物使朋友增多；但穷人朋友远离。

财富使朋友增多；贫寒人连仅有的朋友也离弃他。

财富使朋友增多；贫寒人连仅有的朋友也离弃他。

财富招来许多朋友，穷人却遭朋友抛弃。

财富使朋友增多，但穷人连他的一个朋友也与他分离。

财物能使朋友增多，贫弱者却遭伙伴远离。

財物使朋友增多；但窮人朋友遠離。

財富使朋友增多；貧寒人連僅有的朋友也離棄他。

財富使朋友增多；貧寒人連僅有的朋友也離棄他。

財富招來許多朋友，窮人卻遭朋友拋棄。

財富使朋友增多，但窮人連他的一個朋友也與他分離。

財物使朋友增多；但窮困人、連個朋友都跟他分離。

財物能使朋友增多，貧弱者卻遭夥伴遠離。

富厚則友朋增、貧窮則故舊絕、

富厚則交道廣、貧乏則鄰里絶。

人富厚則朋友增多、一貧乏則密友相離、

Wealth attracts many friends, but even the closest friend of the poor person deserts them.

Wealth brings many friends. But even the closest friend of a poor person abandons them.

Wealth brings many new friends, but a poor man is deserted by his friend.

Wealth attracts many friends, but a poor person is separated from his friend.

Wealth adds many friends, But a poor person is separated from his friend.

Wealth makes many friends, But the poor is separated from his friend.

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

Wealth attracts many friends, but a poor man is separated from his friend.

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

Wealth adds many friends, but a poor person is separated from his friend.

Wealth adds many friends, but the poor is separated from his friend.

The poor are despised even by their neighbors, while the rich have many“ friends.”

Many seek favors from a ruler; everyone is the friend of a person who gives gifts!The relatives of the poor despise them; how much more will their friends avoid them! Though the poor plead with them, their friends are gone.

“ A few days later this younger son packed all his belongings and moved to a distant land, and there he wasted all his money in wild living.About the time his money ran out, a great famine swept over the land, and he began to starve.He persuaded a local farmer to hire him, and the man sent him into his fields to feed the pigs.

The wealth of the rich is their fortress; the poverty of the poor is their destruction.

“ My relatives stay far away, and my friends have turned against me.My family is gone, and my close friends have forgotten me.My servants and maids consider me a stranger. I am like a foreigner to them.When I call my servant, he doesn’t come; I have to plead with him!My breath is repulsive to my wife. I am rejected by my own family.

My brothers, you have proved as unreliable as a seasonal brook that overflows its banks in the springwhen it is swollen with ice and melting snow.But when the hot weather arrives, the water disappears. The brook vanishes in the heat.The caravans turn aside to be refreshed, but there is nothing to drink, so they die.The caravans from Tema search for this water; the travelers from Sheba hope to find it.They count on it but are disappointed. When they arrive, their hopes are dashed.You, too, have given no help. You have seen my calamity, and you are afraid.But why? Have I ever asked you for a gift? Have I begged for anything of yours for myself?Have I asked you to rescue me from my enemies, or to save me from ruthless people?