Job 18
1 But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:
And Bildad the Shuhite answers and says:
2 How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.
“When do you set an end to words? Consider, and afterward we speak.
3 Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?
Why have we been reckoned as livestock? We have been defiled in your eyes!
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?
He is tearing himself in his anger. Is earth forsaken for your sake? And is a rock removed from its place?
5 Will not the light of the impious be put out, and the flame of his fire refuse to shine?
Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there does not shine a spark of his fire.
6 Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.
The light has been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
7 His strong steps will be constrained, and his own counsel will cast him down uncontrollably.
The steps of his strength are restricted, And his own counsel casts him down.
8 For he has caused his own feet to go into a net, and he has walked into its web.
For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And he habitually walks on a snare.
9 His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.
A trap seizes on the heel, The designing prevails over him.
10 A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.
His cord is hidden in the earth, And his trap on the path.
11 Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.
Terrors have terrified him all around, And they have scattered him—at his feet.
12 Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.
His sorrow is hungry, And calamity is ready at his side.
13 Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.
It consumes the parts of his skin, Death’s firstborn consumes his parts.
14 Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.
His confidence is drawn from his tent, And it causes him to step 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.
It dwells in his tent—out of his provender, Sulfur is scattered over his habitation.
16 Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.
From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above his crop is cut off.
17 Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.
His memorial has perished from the land, And he has no name on the street.
18 He will expel him from light into darkness, and he will remove him from the world.
They thrust him from light to darkness, And cast him out from the habitable earth.
19 Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.
He has no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.
20 The last will be astonished at his day, and the first will be overcome with horror.
At this day, those [in the] west have been astonished, And those [in the] east have taken fright.
21 And so, these are the tabernacles of the sinful, and this the place of he who does not know God.
Only these [are] dwelling places of the perverse, And this [is] the place God has not known.”
