He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.

All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.

And it was so, that after the Lord had spoken these words unto Job, the Lord said to Eliphaz the Temanite, My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy two friends: for ye have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job hath.

And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before.

I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

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

Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

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

My son, if thou be surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger,

Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.

The poor is hated even of his own neighbour: but the rich hath many friends.

A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer separateth chief friends.

He that covereth a transgression seeketh love; but he that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

A man void of understanding striketh hands, and becometh surety in the presence of his friend.

A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

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

Many will intreat the favour of the prince: and every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts.

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.

He that loveth pureness of heart, for the grace of his lips the king shall be his friend.

Make no friendship with an angry man; and with a furious man thou shalt not go:

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.