Job 18

1 Then Bildad the Shuhite made answer and said,

Then Baldad the Suhite answered, and said:

2 How long will it be before you have done talking? Get wisdom, and then we will say what is in our minds.

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

3 Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?

Why are we reputed as beasts, and counted vile before you?

4 But come back, now, come: you who are wounding yourself in your passion, will the earth be given up because of you, or a rock be moved out of its 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 For the light of the sinner is put out, and the flame of his fire is not shining.

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

6 The light is dark in his tent, and the light shining over him is put out.

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

7 The steps of his strength become short, and by his design destruction overtakes him.

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

8 His feet take him into the net, and he goes walking into the cords.

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

9 His foot is taken in the net; he comes into its grip.

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

10 The twisted cord is put secretly in the earth to take him, and the cord is placed in his way.

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

11 He is overcome by fears on every side, they go after him at every step.

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

12 His strength is made feeble for need of food, and destruction is waiting for his falling footstep.

Let his strength be wasted with famine, and let hunger invade his ribs.

13 His skin is wasted by disease, and his body is food for the worst of diseases.

Let it devour the beauty of his skin, let the firstborn death consume his arms.

14 He is pulled out of his tent where he was safe, and he is taken away to the king of fears.

Let his confidence be rooted out of his tabernacle, and let destruction tread upon him like a king.

15 In his tent will be seen that which is not his, burning stone is dropped on his house.

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

16 Under the earth his roots are dry, and over it his branch is cut off.

Let his roots be dried up beneath, and his harvest destroyed above.

17 His memory is gone from the earth, and in the open country there is no knowledge of his name.

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

18 He is sent away from the light into the dark; he is forced out of the world.

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

19 He has no offspring or family among his people, and in his living-place there is no one of his name.

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

20 At his fate those of the west are shocked, and those of the east are overcome with fear.

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

21 Truly, these are the houses of the sinner, and this is the place of him who has no knowledge of God.

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