Job 18

1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:

Then Baldad the Suhite answered, and said:

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

How long will you throw out words? understand first, and so let us speak.

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

Why are we reputed as beasts, and counted vile 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?

Thou that destroyest thy soul in thy fury, shall the earth be forsaken for thee, and shall rocks be removed out of their place?

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

Shall not the light of the wicked be extinguished, and the flame of his fire not shine?

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

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him, shall be put out.

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

The step of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down headlong.

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

For he hath thrust his feet into a net, and walketh in its meshes.

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

The sole of his foot shall be held in a snare, and thirst shall burn against him.

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

A gin is hidden for him in the earth, and his trap upon the path.

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

Fears shall terrify him on every side, and shall entangle his feet.

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

Let his strength be wasted with famine, and let hunger 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 firstborn 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 rooted out of his tabernacle, and let destruction tread upon him like a king.

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

Let the companions of him that is not, dwell in his tabernacle, let brimstone be sprinkled in his tent.

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

Let his roots be dried up beneath, and his harvest destroyed 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 renowned in the streets.

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

He shall drive him out of light into darkness, and shall remove him out of the world.

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

His seed shall not subsist, nor his offspring among his people, nor any remnants in his country.

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

They that come after him shall be astonished at his day, and horror shall fall upon them that went before.

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

These men are the tabernacles of the wicked, and this the place of him that knoweth not God.