1 Every friend will say, I also am his friend: But there is a friend, which is only a friend in name.
2 Is there not a grief in it even to death, When a companion and friend is turned to enmity?
3 O wicked imagination, whence came you rolling in To cover the dry land with deceitfulness?
4 There is a companion, which rejoices in the gladness of a friend, But in time of affliction will be against him.
5 There is a companion, which for the belly’s sake labores with his friend, In the face of battle will take up the buckler.
6 Forget not a friend in your soul; And be not unmindful of him in your riches.
7 Every counsellor extols counsel; But there is that counsels for himself.