Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
Bildad the Shuhite answered and said:
2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
How long ere ye make an end of words? Understand, and then we will speak!
3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
Why are we accounted as brutes, And reputed vile in your sight?
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 tearest thyself in thine anger! Must the earth be deserted for thee, And the rock removed from its place?
5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
Behold, the light of the wicked shall be put out, And the flame of his fire shall not shine.
6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
Light shall become darkness in his tent, And his lamp over him shall go out.
7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
His strong steps shall be straitened, And his own plans shall cast him down.
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
He is brought into the net by his own feet, And he walketh upon snares.
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
The trap layeth hold of him by the heel, And the snare holdeth him fast.
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
A net is secretly laid for him on the ground, And a trap for him in the pathway.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
Terrors affright him on every side, And harass him at his heels.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
His strength is wasted by hunger, And destruction is ready at his side.
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
His limbs are consumed, Yea, his limbs are devoured by the first-born of death.
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
He is torn from his tent, which was his confidence, And is borne away to the king of terrors.
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
They who are none of his shall dwell in his tent; Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
His roots below shall be dried up, And his branches above shall be withered.
17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
His memory perisheth from the earth, And no name hath he in the land.
18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
He shall be thrust from light into darkness, And driven out of the world.
19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
He hath no son, nor kinsman among his people, Nor any survivor in his dwelling-place.
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 amazed at his fate, As they that were before them were struck with horror.
21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
Yea, such is the dwelling of the unrighteous man; Such is the place of him who knoweth not God!
