Job 18

1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:

But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:

2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.

How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.

3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?

Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?

4 You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?

You, who ruins your own soul in your fury, will the earth be forsaken because of you, and will the cliffs be moved from their place?

5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.

Will not the light of the impious be put out, and the flame of his fire refuse to shine?

6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.

Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.

7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.

His strong steps will be constrained, and his own counsel will cast him down uncontrollably.

8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.

For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.

9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.

His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.

10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.

A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.

11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.

Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.

12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.

Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.

13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.

Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.

14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.

Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.

15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.

Let the companions of he who is not, dwell in his tabernacle; let brimstone rain down upon his tabernacle.

16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.

Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.

17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.

Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.

18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.

He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.

19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.

Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.

20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.

The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.

21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”

And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.