Job 18
1 But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:
Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
2 How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.
“How long until you end these speeches? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
3 Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?
Why are we regarded as cattle, as stupid in your sight?
4 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?
You who tear yourself in anger— should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
5 Will not the light of the impious be put out, and the flame of his fire refuse to shine?
Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
6 Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.
The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.
7 His strong steps will be constrained, and his own counsel will cast him down uncontrollably.
His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
8 For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.
For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
9 His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.
A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
10 A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.
A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
11 Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.
Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
12 Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.
His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
13 Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.
It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
14 Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.
He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
15 Let the companions of he who is not, dwell in his tabernacle; let brimstone rain down upon his tabernacle.
Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
16 Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.
The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
17 Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.
The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
18 He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.
He is driven from light into darkness and is chased from the inhabited world.
19 Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.
He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.
20 The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.
Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.
21 And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.
Surely such is the dwelling of the wicked and the place of one who does not know God.”
