Job 18
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said: —
2 “How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
How long will ye make a perversion of words? Ye should understand, and, afterwards, we could speak.
3 Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?
4 You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
One tearing in pieces his own soul in his anger, —For thy sake, shall the earth be forsaken? or the rock be moved out of its place?
5 Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, —Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;
6 The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;
7 His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
The steppings of his strength are hemmed in, and his own counsel casteth him down;
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
There catcheth him—by the heel—a gin, there holdeth him fast—a noose:
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
Concealed in the ground is a cord for him, —and a snare for him, on the path.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side;
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members;
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
17 The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
18 He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.
21 Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
Surely, these, are the dwellings of him that is perverse, and, this, is the place of him that knoweth not GOD.
