Job 18
1 But Baldad the Suhite responded by saying:
And Bildad the Shuhite answereth and saith: —
2 How long will you throw around words? Understand first, and then let us speak.
When do ye set an end to words? Consider ye, and afterwards do we speak.
3 Why have we been treated like mules, as if we were unworthy before you?
Wherefore have we been reckoned as cattle? 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.) For thy sake is earth forsaken? And removed is a rock 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 doth 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 hath 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.
Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
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 on a snare he doth walk habitually.
9 His heel will be held in a snare, and thirst will rage against him.
Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.
10 A trap has been hidden for him in the earth, and a decoy, along his path.
Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.
11 Horrifying things will terrify him everywhere and will entangle his feet.
Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him — at his feet.
12 Let his strength be diminished by famine, and let starvation invade his ribs.
Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.
13 Let it devour the beauty of his skin; let the ancient death consume his arms.
It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.
14 Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.
Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth 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 dwelleth in his tent — out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.
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 cut off is his crop.
17 Let the memory of him perish from the earth, and let not his name be celebrated in the streets.
His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath 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 unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
19 Neither his offspring, nor his descendants, will exist among his people, nor will there be any remnants in his country.
He hath 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 westerns have been astonished And easterns 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] tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.
